Monday, 19 December 2011
07:12:36 PM (GMT)
Hello diary thing and who ever is reading this hopeless entry,
I wake up and find the darkness is consuming me.
I close my eyes and listen to the beautiful sound of torture and pain.
When I open my eyes I see I am fully consumed.
Today is just an "special" day. The day your fiance' says you screwed up.
He just wants to be your friend because he still loves you.
A relationship doesn't work unless the other is willing to admit he/she is wrong.
You took the blame for everything and he just let you down.
Relationships involve both of you screwing up together and forgiving each other.
You know he was wrong every fight was not your fault but you couldn't admit he was
Now the guilt is devouring you and he broke your heart.
He was your first love and he cut you open, took out your heart, and threw it away.
He let you lie there bleeding.
He didn't care... He left you and went to his new girl friend.
You are broken and dying.
He didn't know that this would be your last day.
He stands over your soulless body.
In all black. Holding your hand and crying.
Staring into your cold dead eyes he thinks and notices it was his fault.
He tried to run but the guilt followed him.
He knows you died of a broken heart. Thanks to him your so-called " first love".
Last edited: 19 December 2011