I’m Sorry

Don't look at me like that, you left. You told me you were sorry. I wanted you but I couldn't tell you. Last thing I remember were the tears that slowly flowed down your pale cheeks as I said "Goodbye". I walked away hoping you would come after me, but you didn't.

"I'm broken and still not getting better. What kind of person would leave someone after they gave them everything. Maybe it wasn't your fault. I don't like blaming you but you could have tried harder. I'm so angry now. You'll get this text. You will read it, but I know you won't reply to it. It's killing me."

I never thought you would take your own life over it. This time I was alone. You weren't coming back.

"Why'd you leave me to feel so alone and useless? Why did you do it?"

I texted you even though this time, I knew I wouldn't get a reply back. You were gone and I couldn't help but think that it was my fault.

"Come back please come back!"

I had no idea what I was doing I was fighting someone who wasn't there.

"You won't read this and you won't reply, because you decided to end your fight. Goodbye."

I visit your grave on the 4th of every month. I repeat the same words as I set three white roses down on your tome. "I'm forever sorry. Stay Safe."