I'm not feeling so well.

And I'm feeling suicidal.

The difference between you and me is that the moment I decide to finally do it, I know I will have the courage to actually do it. Because the only thing that really stands in my way is my religion. But deep inside, a part of me desires it. Why go on living a miserable life each day...

A few times I revealed all the pain in my life to you. And many times I only wished you cared enough and wanted to take me in yours arms and tell me it will all be okay.

But now the future is bleak. I have no one. And I no longer have you.

I loved you. I love you. If this be my punishment... for what, I don't know. I never asked to meet you or to love you. And this despair of mine is one you don't deserve. All I want is to stop loving you... to stop crying over you.

Free me, please. Just free me.