...I want to say something, but I cant. I want to make you realize how you have hurt me, but I don't want to hurt you. I want to convey my last words of love and my feelings to you, but you don't even want to hear me.
People who are hanged to death for committing a crime are certainly more fortunate than I am. At least their last wish is fulfilled. So unfortunate I am that I cannot even express the last words, the cravings of my heart to you. Have I done any wrong to you? Have I committed a sin?...Then why with me? Why am I being made to bear all this...Why?
My dear, you have trampled my dreams and squashed my ambitions. You have made me cry day and night. I have never wanted to speak ill of you or to think ill of you. And so you know, sometimes, my heart, my soul, the whole of me curses myself for the love we had.
I cant believe that you can be so inhuman, so vile, so ruthless with me. How have you become so heartless, impassive and callous? What has made you change? I had never thought even in my wildest of dreams that you could change so radically?
If you ever come across to read these feelings of mine, then you will understand, how you have betrayed my trust, how you have wounded my hopes and how you have played with my feelings. Remorsefully, I have to say that one day you will repent for what you have done with me, you will be penitent for your behavior.
You will atone one day for the way, you have forced me to slay myself. You have ruined my life, my existence is wrecked. I have been left with nothing -- nothing at all.
