qwerlove

Dreams, no. Nightmares. Spinning, spiraling, chasing you everywhere you go "It had to happen." No, it didn't. "I know." Turn off the light. On again. Off. Stop breathing, it's not worth it. Play a sad song in your head Faster Faster Stop. "Are you okay?" No. "I'm fine." I miss you. I miss your voice Your eyes Your smile. "I'm sorry." How could you be? "It's not your fault." Cry. Slowly, let it poison you Let it sink into your mind The pain The sorrow The hate. "You'll get better." No I won't. "It was meant to happen." No it wasn't. "He's gone." No.. he's not. ... "I know."