Chasee Mixxon

He was broken hearted. He did it to himself. He could keep his head on straight enough to make sure that he kept what he loved. He had plenty of warnings. He cried out and reached for her she had finally had enough and pushed his hand away. He died a little more inside with every passing day. For 2 months his heart ran on fumes of hope and love. But it wasnt enough.  Half of his heart had died. And half of his soul was crushed. He screamed for her to listen that what happened. He watched as his wife and kids were murdered and he killed himself in a drug induced psychosis hallucination. He was strapped down not able to help or hold there hands. He tried to get help afterwards, but everyone was past that point. He screamed out for her one last time but she turned away. For 2 months his heart ran on fumes of hope and love. But it wasn't enough. He prayed that his kids knew how much he loved them along with her. He ended his pain on a Monday night with tears in his eyes.

I am he.