• I blame him for my scars. He caused the pain, he caused the scars. Yes it is partly my fault, but I blame him. he left a gaint wound inside of me. Then he gave me sitches, then ripped them right out. But now the long and painful healing process starts. You cannot blame me if I end up dead, for he is the reason. I let my heart believe anything was possilbe, though not much is possible. For he will never love me like I love him. He means the world to me, and if I lose him I lose myself. He is the only reason I am still alive. I miss him dearly at points, yes, but when I am with him I wish the pain would end. The tears won't stop, the pain won't leave... He means the world to me... but now it's a different meaning... Not only did he meand the world to me, he was my life. Without him I am nothing. And without him, I will disappear, forever.