End.

It hurts. Oh how it fucking hurts.

All I want to know is;
Was it ever real?
Has it always been a game for you?

I am sorry that it had to end this way.
But I am not sorry that I met you.
And I am not sorry that this happened.

I thought that we had a chance.
I was starting to hope.
I was looking forward to it.

All I wanted was to see you again.
To see that look in your eyes.
But even that, you refused.

I'm tired.
I gave up.
I couldn't take it anymore.
It was getting too hard.

I'm sorry for still being a kid.
I'm sorry for not wanting to commit at first.
I'm sorry for not being the person you were looking for.

I regret.
For not holding your hand more.
For not wrapping my arms around you more.
For not looking at you more.

I'm sure you are happy now.
You've got what you wanted no?
Finally, you've gotten rid of me.
You can now do whatever you want.
Its great, isn't it?

I miss you.
Oh gawd how I miss you.

I'd never imagined that it would end this way.
Do you actually know how much it hurts?
I am trying so hard not to succumb to my old friend.
My only drug that will help soothe me to sleep.

I've got questions that will never find answers.
I've got memories that will, unwillingly, play on its on.
I've got plans that will never be fulfilled.
I've got words that are yearning to be said out loud.

I guess I was never good enough.

Thank you for everything.