Oct 02, 2006 18:00
I couldn't be who you wanted me to be. I was never good enough. Everything was my fault. I love(d) you still. Five years and you have no idea who I am. What would you have me do? Destroy myself to make you happy? I did that, and it wasn't good enough.
One month past,
each night annother dream
of you.
What a suprize.