I was crying because I was hurt. I almost died. Almost not able to see the beauty of morning, and the glam of the night. Those moments I wished I was six feet under the ground because the pain won’t stop. Everything seems senseless. These were the low point of my life wherein the morning sun and evening stars doesn’t make any difference at all. It was all blank. All gone. I seemed too far away from the life I’ve dreamed of having, and to the person I imagined my eternity with.I gave up….. I needed to. Because I’m losing the person that I am. Your last words: Goodbye! Took me forever to pick up the pieces of me and get back on my feet, but I’m alive.