In Pain

Dear Dave,

I can’t sleep. The beating marks on my bum have become bruises, and it seriously hurt.

But I guess nothing hurts more than the accusation you have on me. I did not sleep with him, and I told you a zillion times. Yet you choose not to believe me. Perhaps you will over my dead body.

Not only I’m crying non stop from few hours back, plus heartache, I’m having gastric now at the same time.

I don’t want to fight with you anymore. Cause if I die tomorrow, this is not the last thing I want between us.

Will my disappearance makes things better for you? To help you recover from the past hurts I have given to you. If yes, as painful as it is, I will do it. I am pretty lifeless now already, guess it doesn’t matter for another stab.

I still love you, even when I know you don’t anymore.

You don’t deserve someone so pathetic, who hangs on you like lifeline even after countless yet painful reminders.

I’m sorry for everything, but I know this is not enough for you. Still, I’m very sorry.