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I hurt myself. 

I hurt myself for things that didn't even make sense...

I blame myself for your departure, 

I blame myself for a lot of things, the fact, that I couldn't even go to tell you goodbye, tell you that I love you, that I am going to miss you...

All those things haunts me. 

I wish I could say all of that to you but you are not here anymore and just saying it hurts me...

I just wish...I really wish that you can hear from above what I tell you every nigh and that one day maybe I could forgive myself. 

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