Dear somebody I used to know,
My friends brought me flowers to cheer me up.
I felt oddly demented because I felt as though I was dying.
I went away quietly, ignoring their hurt looks.
I want to hear you voice because I fear I am becoming immune to pain.
YOU ARE READING
Somebody I Used To Know (Complete)
Short StoryAnd I stand quiet as I let it happen because I know my silence will haunt you when you stand over my grave
