This feeling of death washes over me,
as i remind myself how gone you really are.
You're with the trees now, making your way to me in my dreams,
through every leaf you pass by.
It's funny, because I haven't had a single dream since you left.
And now I'm left with empty hope that you'll come home.
But life doesn't abide by the rules of a child.
So i'll sit and wonder, how this happened.
'Cause i've never been this lost before.
And I miss you.
And I love you.
I sent you a letter, in my mind, the other day.
I hope you got it.
I hope you get it and understand how hard this is without you.
If i knew where you went,
i'd chase you down every hallway and every street,
but i know that i wouldn't even get a chance to say i'm sorry.
But that apology was necessary in the past,
I have no reason to say sorry anymore.
I'm doing my fucking best,
you can see that, right?
I'm trying to become the best version of myself, i can be.
Are you proud of me?
This should be enough, right?
I have no idea.
No idea why I'm here.
No idea, why I'm doing what I'm doing.
No fucking clue.
