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So here I am, sucked in my own despair. It was my fault. I drown my sorrows in an empty bottle. "This was suppose to happen" I repeat over in my head. The words echoed throughout my skull. The silence remorse consumes me fully. I have sank deep in the pit of doom and I have no one to blame but myself. So these fresh gashes, bleeding from my arm will remind me. As my head gnaws right, I fail to compare. This will be my death. Bailey...I'm sorry I failed you.

So I know it's been awhile since our conversations were peaceful, rather loving, but I hate that they aren't. As I read them I see two people who are totally different. I actually fell for his fake words and false pretenses. He felt little remorse or sorrow as he shoved the double edge sword in my heart. He doesn't even know how harshly he has ruined my life and he continues to laugh at her pathetic jokes. His memory and existance haunts me so. I have fallen so hard that I cannot get up. He admitted his fault, but he has denied the reaction.