Guardian-Silver

I called you yesterday, I guess you weren't home, or you saw the name on the ID and didn't pick up the phone. Can I say I'm sorry for the things that I have said? For the things that I have done? For the way I have acted? Can I say that I'm sorry for the past 13 years of Hell that you so boldly said? I did not wish for it to end this way. So I will pull this trigger, to end my sorrow, to end your pain. And the last words I shall say, with a tear-stained face, "....I'm....sorry...."

Faintly, I look at you... Your eyes broken. I want to reach out, to touch you, to take all of your pain away. For you are too good to be pained by such things. If only you'd let me help, to help you fight away the pain and fear. But always you try and fight them away, by yourself, but soon they will get you... And I won't be able to save you...