I remember when we first met and how I felt like taking the risk to meet you was a good idea. I was able to talk to you and tell you about my thoughts, dreams, and fears. You were always willing to listen. It only seemed natural that we could be together. But now my mask is off. I still see you, but you don't seem real. Your thoughts seem impure. I can't stay here. All I ask for you is to pull the trigger and let me die. I want to leave. I now have nothing but regrets.