You did it again. You say you never want to lose me but once again you decided to leave this world while I'm still in it. Now you tell me you never want to do this again. I've heard that twice before. I think you mean it when you say it, but I think you meant it the other two times.

 You have questioned my sincerity and faithfulness since the begining. And maybe now you have a reason, you just don't know it.  I do love someone else, but I still haven't let myself give in to that desire. I still hold out hope that you can be happy. But if this continues much longer you will have to be happy without me. Hell, it may be too late already.

 I still want the best for you, but I want the best for me too. I need to live and what you are doing is not living. You are waiting to die. I have way to much living left in me for that.

 I told you I will not be made to feel guilty anymore. I mean it. That doesn't mean I don't care about you. It means I do care about me. I know your life has been rough and people have hurt you. Well, it wasn't me. And yes I may walk away, but in truth I have been pushed away for years. You say that you can't help it. I tell you know that I can't help how I feel about another.

 Suicide may be your solution. Living is mine.