to zayn;
is this is what dying feels like?
to zayn;
because i feel like im dying.
to zayn;
i feel like im drowning, the waters filling up my lungs. i feel like im being strangled, like i cant breath. i feel like im falling, my heart plunging downward, my bloods rushing.
to zayn;
i miss you so much.
to zayn;
i kept calling your voice mail, just to hear your beautiful voice.
to zayn;
i spent eight hours today, watching youtube videos of you zayn. you on the stairs, to you preforming stadiums.
to zayn;
i watched some of your little funny moments videos as well. i laughed zayn. i cried and i laughed and i -
to zayn;
to put it shortly, i have never experienced this pain before.
to zayn;
you know how they ask you to rate your pain from 1-10.
to zayn;
this pain breaks that scale.
to zayn;
my pain is infinite.
YOU ARE READING
to a dead boy
Short Story"please baby, come back" © kodaIine -- cover by baudelaires