Gone.

The moment I saw it coming.

I knew I was a goner.

The way you smiled.

They way your eyes.

Had that glow.

I looked at you from afar.

Wanting to be by your side.

I had felt nothing like this.

There was something.

That made me smile.

Every time you called my name.

You recognized who I was.

As days went by.

We became friends.

But I wanted to be more.

But then you said.

I wasn't enough.

When we became more than I wanted.

I thought.

We were meant to be.

What is this I feel?

The hurt.

The guilt.

That hollowness.

You took it all away.

You thought I was just another.

You thought I couldn't be there.

You showed me what happiness is.

You showed me how to smile.

Yet, why do I feel regret?

Locking the room.

Little sobs come out of me.

I read the messages.

You called me those names.

Yet I'm sorry.

Open drawer.

Reached for the metal object.

Crying.

Pointed at my head.

Gone.