You left again yesterday.
You left me.
You left yourself.
You left this earth, and even God.
You fell again today.
You didn't fall in love.
You fell in some convulsive rage that makes one ask.
Ask themselves what type of disgusting thing would manifest itself within someone.
And why is it that someone so beautiful must live this way? To be forced to never actually live, but actually be dying every minute, every second of the day.
Fearing. Fearing for their lives. Their parents. Their friend.
Aren't as beautiful as this.