it's late, they tell you. go to sleep, go to sleep. outside, the streets are deserted. the house is empty, quiet, and still. but you can't, you just can't. and as you sit motionless on the soft carpet of your room as the music blasts on. it's hard not to remember and reminisce about him. it felt like forever ago. you don't want to admit it, but it hurts, so much. and there's nothing anyone can to do make it better. you wanted it to mean something, maybe everything. you opened yourself up to someone because you thought they cared, but that was a mistake. and now you can never go back. everything you see, everything you do is a reminder of him. "i can't stand this," you whisper, "i need to see you again. please." but he's already gone.
