Crying is a nose bleed from the heart. For some odd reason, no matter how much pressure I applied to mine.. the bleeding wouldn't stop.
No matter how much blood I spill, no matter how much people I kill. Everyone still thinks I'm the hero, but why? All I've done is cause more pain, I just wish their story was mine why do they get so happy and I'm sitting in the background of my own life? This is my fifth life, and frankly I'm pretty bored of it.
It's funny since I dreamt of having this happy ending, but it turned out to be nothing. He was just sitting there lifeless on the ground. As I lay there beside him with everything settling in, all the pain, I whispered with tears leaving my eyes "It was never meant to be". I didn't remember what he said before he jumped, I just remember what I didn't say before he jumped.
I'm glad life isn't a fairytale because then I'd be stuck as a fairy godmother forever, granting everyone their happy endings but never receiving mine. I've had 5 life's already and every-time I fell in love they died.
