My little lion~goodbye

11th august

Dan~
I sat in the hospital chair, head buried into my hands.
"Dan." I whispered to myself over, and over, and over.
You say there, so silent, little breaths escaping your parched mouth.
"Why did you do it." I sobbed out loud.
You are perfect dan, your special, I don't know how you couldn't see that, because I certainly did. Everywhere where you saw a flaw, I saw perfection.
I looked up, your body was so pale.
So lifeless.
"You'll be okay." I whispered more to myself for reassuring as I swept your fringe out of your face.
"You'll be fine."
The scars, they were all over you, how did I not realise, I was such a terrible boyfriend.
They scattered your stomach, your arms, your thighs. All over your perfect body. I should've helped you. I should've paid more attention .
"Dan, wake up." I said, you were so peaceful, so quiet, so, happy.
We will live a perfect life when you wake up.
I will make you breakfast.
I will make you happy.
I will make you see your perfection.

You stay sleeping. It's been a while, I've been writing these to take my mind off, well, this. I can't handle thinking about what could've happened.
What would've happened if I didn't come home early.
You would still be swinging.
So peacefully.