punishment too great to bear

the more i read, the dimmer the light becomes from the candle. a hope diminishing. saddening i feel. with so much being put into, everything will end one day.

and as the flame extinguishes, it leaves nothing but a faint trail of rising white smoke from its charred wick.

i wonder. i really wonder. i am beyond mad.

you never talked about me.

the roses, the photos, the gifts. nothing.