I had died more and more each day. My heart grew colder as it was pulled apart, a piece here, a piece there. It was only a matter of time before I became dead and heartless. I’ve asked you before to save me. Did you get my letter? It was the one that went like this…
To Whom It May Concern,
Life as I know it is a cruel lesion for the soul, with the essence of life being love. Although love is the greatest gift, it can be used to bring pain. It’s the very weakness of a man’s heart. It can hurt when loneliness comes to be. A state of depression soon follows. Because once you begin to question your lover’s love, you begin to question others, and your world begins to fall apart. You disbelieve the answers which you receive. So you wait for a new love to come and help rebuild your world. But what is a man to do when the love is just too strong and you can’t move on? You have thoughts of worthlessness about yourself with cravings for suicide. But what keeps this young man living? It’s what little of you he sees upon his horizon. Only God knows what will happen when you’re gone.
In the eyes of others, I’m misunderstood. They’re blind. I’ve been called names, pushed around, and kick to the curve by the ones that I thought loved me. Pure hell brought by the obstacles between her and me. I want this relationship to work and I’m doing everything in my power to do so. But without understanding, I question how?
The nights are filled with sad whispers. I continue to look towards the heavens and repeat the same prayer. Oh how I beg to be near her. But when morning comes, I awake to see if my prayers have been answered, and find nothing. The days become long and I kill the time by shedding my unheard cries. I torture myself with the things that remind me of her. Old letters, pictures, words once said, to the very things that she loves. As the days go by, my light begins to fade. I find myself in a self made hell and the flames being the very emotions that consume my heart.
Sincerely,
K. Heart