I just can't anymore.
I don't want to live in a world where you don't exist. I can't stop thinking about that night when he found me, fully clothed, sitting under the shower spray, soaked, just completely soaked, and my bottom lip was trembling and my teeth were chattering, & his face crumpled, and he just sat next to me and I heard him weeping, & his sobs were loud and sharp like a tital wave, & that was the first time in my life when I truly wanted to die. And I heard him whimpering, "He's gone, How—I can't—I can't do this, how do I live anymore?" I'd never sobbed louder. how could you leave us like this? how could you do that