" I'm sorry for, blaming you. For all the things that i couldn't do. And
I prided ma self, by hurting you."


It was you who I blamed for the scars on ma wrist. It was you who I blamed
when the bullet missed. It was you I blamed when I didn't die in the walking
among this endless mist.

Yet it was you who showed me that my life was meant for more than this.

It was you that told me to never give up. It was you that told me that
somewhere out there, that there's someone that loves me and that their love
is more than enough.

Yet although you say I'm not, I still feel alone. A feeling of excile and
pain that I'm left to face all on ma own.

But this time it's different. I don't know how to explain it, but it's been
forever on ma mind.

It's you!

We've been beside me from the beginning on through. So thank you. I owe you
so much for keeping me alive.


 
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