Dying is simple, it all just stop, you're dead.
The people around you dying, that's the hard
part. Because you keep living, knowing that
they're gone and you're still here.
What you should be scared of is living.
Okay, but those stories that we tell that keep is
going but sometimes they blind us, they take us
to dark places. Once you touched thatdarkness, it never goes away.
I wanna thank you for giving me everything I
always wanted. A love that consumed me, and
passion and adventure. There's nothing more I
could ever want other than for it to last forever
But I can't.
This is the last time I'm gonna see you.
This is goodbye
I was trying to protect you, keep you safe it's
like I had one job and I screwed it up I blew it.
And for that I'm sorry. I guess that's what I do,
I let down the people I love.
How am I?
How am I supposed to live with that?
What am I supposed to do?
You said it yourself once that no matter what
we do, they're gone. And they're never coming
back. I will make it back to you I promise.
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Poetrydepression, sad, emtynes, feellings? Warning! The content may be offensive if you don't like to read about .low self esteem then dont read this