Good- "where are you"
I knew this familiar feeling...
Good- "please answer me"
The same pain in my heart, like someone stabbing an old would... the same cold hand... that same emptiness... that same feeling of loss and helplessness....
The same dark feeling crept it's way back into my mind...
Those entire questions echoed... again and again...
Good- "Did I do something wrong again?"
"Did I hurt you too"
"Was being with me no goods?"
"Did I bother you too much?"
"Did my tears trouble you?"
Why did you leave me?
I'll be good so please... don't leave me...
