Dec 2015
You are someone whose head hurts from all the loud music blasting into your ears, who turns off the lights and listens to music in an empty bedroom.
All you can think about is love… the love that you share with a special someone. It makes you feel happy, makes you joyful... but it also makes you sad…because she’s not here, she’s not listening with you...
She’s not here, and you miss her so much.
As you lay your head on your cold pillow to sleep, all you can hear is the echo of your weeping in the empty room that used to be owned by two. The room is full of memories; she used to always be right by your side.
Now all that’s left
are tears and a broken heart.
You remember it so clearly, too clearly. You remember her dropping your love
like a bird shot right out of the sky.
She walked away so slowly; it was an eternity watching her walk out the door.
It’s so clear… Like it was just yesterday…
You fall asleep drenched in your own tears, and you dream of her, reliving the days you spent together, the days when you were both so happy…
Now there's nothing left. Nothing to push you to keep going…Nothing left to live for. As you pull yourself from your bed, you mumble to yourself,
“How could I forget when she gave me so much to remember…?”
You stare at the thing that you want so desperately, you look it in the eye.
Death.
You ready yourself for eternal hell, and
you say your last words.
“I miss her… I love her… Why did it have to be me?”
The last word slips softly out of your mouth as you slowly slide the rope over your head and settle it around your neck.
Just before you kick the chair away, you use your last breath to say
“I love you.”
You feel the cord tighten around your neck, and your hear a sharp snap as blackness clouds the edges of your vision.
Somehow, the tears are still rolling down your cheeks.
If you listen closely you can hear my screams… the screams that I’ve wanted to let out for so long, but could never find the voice for. My tears will never stop, and the memories keep me from letting go.
Hear the sound of a rope being pulled with full force, straining as it gets tighter and tighter.
No matter how tight it gets, it could never stop my suffering.
If you listen even closer you can hear the endless tears, dripping on the floor like rain. “I am forever restless…”
“Forever…restless…”
By: Francis Tolentino
Edited by: Sky Gray
All you can think about is love… the love that you share with a special someone. It makes you feel happy, makes you joyful... but it also makes you sad…because she’s not here, she’s not listening with you...
She’s not here, and you miss her so much.
As you lay your head on your cold pillow to sleep, all you can hear is the echo of your weeping in the empty room that used to be owned by two. The room is full of memories; she used to always be right by your side.
Now all that’s left
are tears and a broken heart.
You remember it so clearly, too clearly. You remember her dropping your love
like a bird shot right out of the sky.
She walked away so slowly; it was an eternity watching her walk out the door.
It’s so clear… Like it was just yesterday…
You fall asleep drenched in your own tears, and you dream of her, reliving the days you spent together, the days when you were both so happy…
Now there's nothing left. Nothing to push you to keep going…Nothing left to live for. As you pull yourself from your bed, you mumble to yourself,
“How could I forget when she gave me so much to remember…?”
You stare at the thing that you want so desperately, you look it in the eye.
Death.
You ready yourself for eternal hell, and
you say your last words.
“I miss her… I love her… Why did it have to be me?”
The last word slips softly out of your mouth as you slowly slide the rope over your head and settle it around your neck.
Just before you kick the chair away, you use your last breath to say
“I love you.”
You feel the cord tighten around your neck, and your hear a sharp snap as blackness clouds the edges of your vision.
Somehow, the tears are still rolling down your cheeks.
If you listen closely you can hear my screams… the screams that I’ve wanted to let out for so long, but could never find the voice for. My tears will never stop, and the memories keep me from letting go.
Hear the sound of a rope being pulled with full force, straining as it gets tighter and tighter.
No matter how tight it gets, it could never stop my suffering.
If you listen even closer you can hear the endless tears, dripping on the floor like rain. “I am forever restless…”
“Forever…restless…”
By: Francis Tolentino
Edited by: Sky Gray
