Every day I sit here wondering,
hoping that some day things between us will get better.
But, as the days pass, my hope starts to fade away.
What used to be us is gone
and even the touch of your skin is now nothing more than a distant memory.
Our so called love has turned into hatred
and our happiness into memories of what could have been.
The count on my arm has gone up rapidly.
Those wounds will eventually heal until they are gone forever,
but unlike those wounds, you, you will always be here, forever in my mind.
I will always be here waiting,
waiting for someone who isn't coming back.
-Antonio Margarito