Dedicated to my squad, thank you for always believing in me.
B E F O R E
Parker Schmidt
In loving memory of Samuel and Hattie May Battle
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PROLOUGE I know you told me that I should never pester about in the past. Because it would muster up all of my regrets. "Keep your head up, keep your eyes straight, forget about what's beside you, and always ignore what is behind you. They won't do you any good love." There's a possibility you were right, but I would never admit to that. Not when I bare the memories, that haunt my nightmares to pleasant dreams. In the aspect of believing, I have given up all hope.There seems to be no use for it now a days. I tend to walk with my head down low, my shoulders even lower. My knees buckle beneath me I've become so unbearably daunting my own body has grown sick of me. Breathing has become a torturous chore, it is no longer a necessity. My thoughts seem to bore with the chilling image of you. The smiling you, the crying you, the sad you, the mad you, the happy you. Everything that could possibly be of you. And the more I live this life alone. All I will ever want, is you.
