What the hell happened to me and you?
No matter how hard I tried, how much energy of mine I used, it still useless. I was through fire and bullets, water and knives, tornado and tsunami, earthquake and volcano, I even managed to make world tour in chase. But your heart is still out of my reach. What should I do? How could I reach you? Will you ever love me? Either I was a deaf man, or it were all questions without answer.
So hard to exist knowing all that. Not that I considered suicide or something like that, but there is no point in living with such pain and loneliness in my heart. All I can do is dream of you at night and try to reach you by day.
How could I know? How could I prevent? How did this happen in the first place? Some miserable bastard put dozens of bullets in your chest and for what? Just to buy some crack and get high. There was no sense in killing you and now there is no sense in living without you.
I put my neck in the loop, stand straight on the chair and ready to do this. I hear chair beneath is starting to break. The old ramshackle wood is falling apart under me. Probably now it is the end, for me, for my dreams and four any memory about you my dear mother.
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