My mind lingers to you as the days go by. It lingers in such a achingly way. My heart feels absolutely cold as I am hit with the realization that I can never have you again. But do I even want you? I'm not even sure what I want these days but I know that you're on my mind and I hate it. I hate you. I hate you for having this vibe that makes people love you. And I hate myself for ever trying to save you. I should have let you die in your own blood but the good in my heart couldn't let you. And the pictures you sent me where far too graphic and that day on I told myself that I would always save you. I was always the one saving and you didn't know how, so when I fell you couldn't catch me. And so I died and there you were over my dead, limp body with blood on your hands dripping slowly to onto my cold skin and you were still asking for me to save you from the things in your head. And so I did, but my body was gone so I think this time it was my soul that saved you.
