That one bullet that pierced through your chest, took away the most important person in my life, you.
The you that has cared for me without me even noticing.
The you that supported me, even when you were in so much pain.
I'm sorry, I'm so sorry that I was so selfish, I thought that you would be okay, I thought that I could call you anytime and you'd be there to answer. I didn't know that the day after your birthday would be the last day I could ever talk to you... if only I called you on your birthday instead of waiting, Maybe you would have changed your mind, and left your gun in the closet. We could have helped you, we would have taken care of you.... but I guess that pain was too unbearable. I love you and I miss you.