Mental suicide, giving up on life and allowing your demons to take over. Knowing that in the end you never mattered, the sun never shined brightly, the world was grey. Love is that light, the one that keeps you calm and sane. Without it I willowed. I cried and cried, until my tears burned and my throat swelled. You were gone, but every night I would still whisper to you, wishing you sweet dreams and loving memories. Only the best for you, who cares about me. No, no one does. So as I'm standing here on this balcony, ready to jump, all I can this of is this: I used to smile so brightly just by hearing your name, then one day your name didn’t make me smile anymore. So I left you. Hoping you would willow as well, try to come back to me, then together on this very day we would jump.......together. You found her though, your new godess. I hope she loves you as much as I did. Goodbye.