Why Do The Most Beautiful Things Have To Hurt You The Most? Why Is Love So Trigger Happy, Ready To Rip

Why do the most beautiful things have to hurt you the most? Why is love so trigger happy, ready to rip your heart out as soon as it dares to get even just a gram of hope? Why must life be so cruel to cut short the existence of those who deserve to live the most?

Fuck she had at least 10 years left, he tried to wake her up, he's been calling her but I can hear him giving up, does he know she's not coming back, if I had gotten home just 10 minutes earlier she would still be alive, fuck I failed her, I'm sorry I let you down, please forgive me I'm so sorry I didn't mean to, everything was fine just 2 hours ago, "funny" how so much can change in such a short time fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck im sorry im sorry im sorry im sorry please forgive me my sweet little angel