My Unheard Thoughts
Pain.
It hurts so much when I have to leave.
I know I will see you again.
But do I really?
Every time I see you, my world lights up.
But I take the time for granted.
And here I'm sitting again, with dread in my fingertips, and despair in my heart.
No one cares, except you.
But you're asleep and dreaming while I'm writing this out.
You're dreaming while I'm living through these nightmarish feelings.
A funny dynamic to something that hurts so much.
I wish I could take you home.
Who am I kidding, you are home.
I just wish the doors wouldn't close ao fast.
I wish time went slower.
I wish we'd be together sooner.
I wish, but I don't know why.
In those last days, those last hours, those final moments, my world comes to a standstill.
The realization of what's to come hits again.
The image of my cold, lonely room makes an imprint in my mind.
Nothing seems to shake it.
Pain.
It hurts so much when I have to leave.
I know I will see you again.
But do I really?
I don't know how long I have to wait.
All I know is that one day, I can hold you in my arms forever.
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