When I heard his voice for the very last time, when I broke that promise not once but twice, when I forgave someone I never should have, when I gave it all up for someone who was never ever coming back.
People die all the time. The people we love become ghosts inside of us, and I have tried to **** them I have the scars to show it, but we keep them alive like this.
I tried to **** him off, I did, but instead I killed myself.