Although my love for you was growing stronger by the day,
I didn't know what to do.
For how could I continue to love you,
When I just didn't love me too.
I thought I was doing better.
I thought I was doing fine.
But as I sat here crying,
I knew that this was where I would have to draw the line.
I had succumbed.
He had done this to me.
But how would anyone realise,
That in fact, it was he.
I thought about my little sister,
Who would probably find me this way.
It nearly talked me out of the thought,
As I thought of the things she would say.
Would dying be more solitary,
Than it is now.
Or would it show me,
That not everything can allow.
James Hunt, before I go,
I just want you to know,
That I love you with my whole heart,
But I can't carry on like this though...
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The Day After Tomorrow
PoetryEvelyn Moore is a girl who struggles with mental illness . She is alone yet so accompanied, powerless yet so powerful, out of control yet in complete control. James Hunt falls irrevocably and irresistibly in love with her, despite her 'flaws'. Can J...
