Screaming your name couldn't be heard through those paper thin walls last night.
It stopped.
Ringing...
A painful ring that has yet to escape my mind.
Thinking about you has never hurt me so much until now.
I pace through the halls looking through the windows of the doors, asking myself "where could you be?"
You walk into a room with those bloodshot eyes, as I search for what may be going on through your unsettling mind.
Alone
Scared
Anxiety has consumed you.
"Where you talking to me?"
Where you talking to me?
Where you talking to me...
You are lost, but you don't have to be gone.
Please don't be gone.