And it wasn’t my fault. I didn’t ask you to take your life away. You did it. You couldn’t control yourself. You couldn’t deal with the situation. Who said we couldn’t talk? Who said I wasn’t ready to forget? Why did you then do this? Why did you choose to sleep 6 feet under? Why do I have to suffer each day, feeling guilty, of not taking the lead and saying sorry? Why do I have to die each day whilst living this haunted life. Why? It is all your fault that I am left alone with no meanings attached to my life… It is all your fault.. Stop blaming me with your memories. Go away. Just, leave me alone. It is all your fault….