Usually, the last words are sad, my words of regret can't even be written in a million words. I regret not keeping you. I regret not trying hard enough not fighting for what I wanted. Therefore I don't get to move on like I wanted to. Justice was not served. But I'm ok with that. I was put through hell and back. Not a cliche death at all. Instead of justice, I want to put meaning behind my dead body. I found the strength to finally end it all. It was time to let go if it. My soul was tired and needed a rest. Only this rest will be eternal. Peace was not at all what I imagined. The chains broke along with my heart and will to live. I've been let go, it's my time to relieve myself of the pain. I fall into peace with good memories. Memories of him the love of my life. I wish I had more time. But God has spoken and my time is up. Reckless nights, carefree days, Joy-filled smiles, and the root of our youth. Die young and age free. I'm free. Content was a good feeling. This story was the mystery of love. My death is certainly not a mystery. It's an impact. It's a transitional event. It shows the effects of society but also the power of love and hate. Karma struck me, it struck hard. I don't see the light. I see peace and empty space.
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Elise Monroe, Killed by Love
RomanceElise, a lonely girl never really had any friends that stay. Some would say she was bullied her whole life for being ugly and annoying. Although many people used her deep down she wanted it to stop. She feels like she's not wanted in this world and...
