Hope and Requiem
Maybe I'm just one of those people who were meant to be alone in life and then die. Maybe I deserve it. I have guilt that has driven me to SH. I face the aftermath of my actions every day. No one knows the real truth. I guess image and reputation are reality, though. There's a behind the scenes and even an internal commentary. I just woke up from a dream that I fell in love with another girl, and she ended up dying too. How is my heart supposed to have anymore room for someone else? Even if I know in my mind that it's probably better off this way, there remains a hopeful requiem that maybe, maybe things will improve. It's not that I'm worried someone won't love me, it's that I'm worried I'll never be able to love again.
