I hate the night where I feel so empty inside. I feel hallow and out of place. I hate the night where my mind wonders to the unknown and all I return with is sadness. I hate counting the tears that rush down my cheeks and the collect upon my pillow. I hate that the only thing have at night to comfort me is my loneliness and the only thing surrounding me is my dark soul.
Am sorry to put you through so much, but am glad you left me with good memories of a bright soul…………..her last words
Sometimes the most beautiful people are beautifully broken. I met her at the cinema. She was gorgeous but I could tell she was haunted, she had a dark side that showed in her cute brown eyes. At that moment I was not worried about her dark side.
It was in her flaws I found a much deeper truth and it is from her eyes, I bloom. I’m sorry I had nothing to say that night, I’m sorry I left you in that ghost town. I’m sorry I didn’t save you.
I know all you wanted is for me to see you once. She didn’t need much, she wanted very little. A kind word, sincerity, fresh air, a garden, kisses, books to read, sheltering arms, cosy bed, to love and to be loved in return and for someone to save her soul. I know all you ever wanted is to be happy and free.
But I was selfish, never thought that I will ever save you from your dark soul. I thought leaving you alone and spending time alone will be healthy. Maybe you will learn how to be alone and not be defined by another person but actually I was saving myself from your dark soul.
I was hooked on her but I wasn’t strong enough to handle her haunted soul.
She was annoying, hilarious, she made me yell, drive me crazy, she was out of her mind but she was everything I wanted in a woman.
She told me, honey I know you tried so hard to make me feel better, get over this, to forget it all and move on and I thought I was getting to the point where I could say “wow I’m feeling a lot better” but my soul is still haunted.
Everyday it gets harder, it’s like nightmare. Everyday I pray to God to take my soul now. It gets more impossible, I feel my soul die everyday. I sit at the Conner and wait for it to be over. But our love keeps me going.
I can’t believe, I left her at the edge by herself. Now she feels alone.
Am sorry I didn’t save you.now I know how crucial every word, action is. I will always regret losing you.