That day I asked myself why life can be so hard at times.
Why do we face these obstacles that are so tough.
Why people think I’m crazy when I say I love him more than life.
They always say that I’m too young for love.
But should there really be a certain age for us to love?
I mean there never was a certain age to die.
Some people die from accidents, some suicides, some just because they don’t feel loved.
How do you know when that certain time has come?
Same night I told my parents that I love my boyfriend and it’s not a lie.
They said, “You’re wrong, you are too young”
I said I really meant it, “Mommy he’s the one”
They sat there, then, they just left, as always leaving me unloved.
An hour later coming in my room, they said I’m moving just because of how I told them that I love him, they said I shouldn’t try to stop them it’s too late, they’ve got the tickets, tomorrow is my plane, and I should pack.
They left as I burst out on my bed.
The tears just wouldn’t stop streaming down my face. I cried for hours, then as I found the knife, I picked the phone and called him just to say goodbye.
His parents told me he’s not home.
I couldn’t hold it, I asked to tell him when he comes that I have always truly loved him, and no matter what I always will. With that hung up the phone.
I took the knife and slowly started making cuts,
At first there wasn’t that much blood.
As I was slowly fainting, I realized that someone’s at the door. I didn’t bother getting up; I knew my time has come.
The door has opened he came running to my side.
He’s here, I smiled and kissed him one last time.
The time was running short I knew that I was close to ending life. With all the strength I had I said ‘I love you honey and goodbye”
