Writing used to be my escape. But now, it feels like i don't have the right to write anymore.
I must have killed you a thousand times in my head, but then i guess i still love you a thousand times more. Some days are wonderful. I smile a lot and i feel like i can finally let you go. But some days are close to hell i just sit alone and hear my heart tears apart.
I should wish you a happy life but sometimes i just want you to suffer as much as i do.