I’m here. I’m still here. I’m sitting in this dark room all by myself. I’m holding the parcel that you gave me, the first and last. I’m regretting for what I have done. After reading the message from you, I want you again. It hurts so badly. I’m sorry. I miss you. I love you.

I know that I was a jackass. I’m just a god damn playboy. Why did I ever turn into this kind of person. Maybe this is because I was hurt once, I’m afraid of being hurt again; in the end I hurt those I love. I was played by a bitch. She stole my heart with her appearance, she was like an angel. No matter how many my times my friends tell me that she a playgirl; I did not listen. I ended up losing all my friends. I’m all alone. I want people to feel how I feel.

The time we spend together was like paradise; I never felt so warm and calm. The way you love; the way you hug me; the way you cheer me; the way you smile; the way you kiss me; the way you arouse me; the way you joke; the way you dress; the way you talk; I miss it all; I want it again.

As I open the box you sent to me. Foul stench fill the room. The box contains a heart; flooded with blood; a note lies on it. It reads, “I give you my heart. I love you.”







[Wrote for fun. It's not real]