Him. He was all I could think about. He was all I could ever think about now-a-days. His voice, his hair, his warmth, his lips, his smile, his personality…..him. I always wondered why I let him go. Why I let him slip out of my hands. Was it a simple twist in fate? Or was it just a simple mistake?
I can’t help but notice when he walks by. I can’t help but notice when he turned at me. He and I were a pair of one. Then something happened that teared us apart. I couldn’t help but cry that day; thinking ‘bout him causes so much pain.
So out of pain I grabbed a blade. Holding it in my hands, starting to shake. The tears grew heavy and I started to cry. I looked down at my wrist, ready to paint, but then he popped up in my mind again.
Crying harder and harder, I made up my mind. This would be the last time I cried. The last time my heart wept in sorrow. The last time I would be able to hurt. I grabbed the candy like pills, one by one putting them in my mouth, knowing after I swallowed, there was no way out.
I whispered my last goodbye as he ran into the room, staring at me while I was doomed. He had tears brimming in his eyes, as I whispered my last goodbye. He held me close, my body went limp, and that was the last time I saw him.
