It's that sinking feeling.
That one you get when you know something happened
That sinking feeling
And that thought...
"This can't be real. It has to be a dream."
But nothing can wake you from the harsh reality
Not even the funerals
The burials
The tears
Nothing.
No one.
Until it's too late.
And this time...it's you.
May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 9:27 PM UTC
When I called you crying
Screaming about how they wouldn't understand
How I loved you and nobody else
You were there
When I was giggling in the hallways
Over something Becky said
When I was laughing so hard I was crying
You were there
When I was bored as hell in math class
Just scrolling through our messages
Wondering why time flies so quickly
You were there
When I got the call
From my sister in Tennessee
Saying it was time to go
You were there
When the last box was packed
And loaded into the truck
When I left without a trace
You were there.
Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 8:56 PM UTC