Empty Words

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Tomorrow. You're in tomorrow every day. I'm stuck on the day he turned his switch off. He will never have tomorrow again. Do you UNDERSTAND yet? 

I don't.

We waste away our days, because not all of them are important. Do you remember what you did on every day of your life? No, you don't. You should. Every second is a treasure, because life is a gift. Some people do not like their gift, I suppose. 

We waste our lives away at school and work so much that tomorrow means nothing, but then again that's my point, tomorrow means nothing. He left behind its meaning, it must've jumped into the abyss with him. We make nothing of tomorrow when it's not something incredible. They don't count. Now every day doesn't count for him. What can he do? His body and brain that ran him has now stopped forever, six feet under. 

I won't see him tomorrow, no one will. I miss him, even if you can't completely tell because I refer to him as him. I do not dare say his name, I do not want to, because he is now darkness, and darkness is what I fear.

Tomorrow becomes today, and today is different than tomorrow. Don't get lost in my "philosophical" words, because they don't mean anything. Trust me. They're just keys on my laptop, they don't show anything of importance. I try to tell you things because it's important to know and keep in mind.

I miss tomorrow because once it's here, it's just today. Do you understand yet? 

Why must someone so perfect take away their tomorrow? Because tomorrow didn't mean anything to them, I suppose. It's just today but with different events. The same feelings, the feeling of wanting to turn off your light.

Every day is either heaven or hell, and it seems since he burnt out, my days have been hell. Making bags form under my eyes, making my hair greasy, making my weeks longer and my life shorter. I want to stop these feelings, I want them to escape me, and if when he turned off his switch he gave it to me, I can get rid of it too. 

WHY IS HE DOING THIS TO ME? I WAS FINE BEFORE HE TOOK AWAY HIS TOMORROW!

Tomorrowtomorrowtomorrowtomorrowtomorrow, but after so much of it, the word becomes empty like the rest.

Yet there's two more words that fell into the abyss with him:

One, love. Two, death.