My tears stain the last note i'd ever gotten. Rereading the sentence over and over again. Trying to make meaning of it. So simple, yet so difficult to realize. The truth hurts so much. If only a twisted fable. How could such little words have a huge meaning.My tears come faster, seeming as if the will go on forever. I know eventually they will stop, but its taking to long. The note driffting to the floor, along with the rest of a weak body.
August 8, 2011