It's funny how it all comes down to this one, single statement of, "It ends now."

I hate how this all turned out. Just when you think you've finally gotten ahold of a good thing, it filters out of your fingers as if you didn't have anything to begin with. You cry; it releases the tension in your soul - or what is left of you to release.

I am filled with regret and sorrow. How did we turn into this? How can we just fall into the grips of reality and suddenly act as if we can end it? Permanently? I listen to my own bitching and ranting. But they're only words. Words can't describe how you truly feel; nor will it ever be easy enough to express how you really feel in the inside.

I cry, but not for myself, but for him. Why did we change? Why did we turn into this? Would it help to look back into the past and wonder, "What if?" Maybe something good will actually come out of a tense situation like this. But the throbbing questions in my head pound, "Why, why, why?"

How could you do this to me? Why do you treat me the way you do now?

Is it because you still hurt?

Time can mend a broken heart, but you also need to put forth the effort into doing so. If not - then how will you ever be happy again? 

I'm blamed for all the problems in your life. But what of you? Do you think I don't hurt? You won't even admit what you've done. You don't want to change. But I'm sure you're filled with as much regret as I.

Until then, I will hear my sorrow structured into sound.