If Only You Hadn't Give Up

The Last Text

Everyday, every night. Hoping you'll text me saying it's all a lie. I haven't been eating lunch.. Nor dinner. It was hard for me to move my body from place to place. I felt physically and mentally tired.

I've been sighing the whole time. What did I do wrong? Was it my fault? Now that I think again, it was my fault. I should have listened to him. But it was too late.
The fact that I didn't listen to him is just..sigh..what do I do now? Even if I text him. He won't reply. He would just seen the message. Well it's better than not even seeing I guess..

I have not delete our photos. I still have the love book. I flip the pages over and over again. I cried. Why me, why do I have to feel this way. My life was great when I'm with him.
But he's gone now..he even texted me goodbye. Why does he have to say goodbye? Is he really not going to see me anymore? Is it going to end like this?

He didn't even ask me for a break up. He just said he gave up. What does that mean? I'm confused. Him not replying drives me crazy. He said he loved me...the last text I got from him was,

"Hey, I was truly in love with you, but once again things happen and yeah I gave up on it. I loved you endlessly. Please take care of yourself...Thanks for everything although it's just temporary. I loved you too much till it hurts me. I know you're not okay and I'm sorry. I'm sorry for the tears you shed for a guy like me. I'm no longer there anymore. I'm through with it. I'm sorry. Goodbye Mere. I loved you."

That's basically everything. Apart from that, he doesn't reply me back. He probably deleted all our photos.. Our old messages.. He probably doesn't even care anymore..

As days goes by. I started to puff. I even slash myself ...I'm afraid of what I'm doing to myself but I can't seem to stop. Puffing all day. Letting those blood drip all over the floor. I cried in pain. Time doesn't heal anything. Memories never die.