Haven't you seen me sleepwalking?
'Cause I've been holding your hand.
Haven't you noticed me drifting?
Let me tell you I am.
How could I let this happen? I should have known he wasn't happy. How could I be so blind as to not see the love of my life slowly but surely drifting away from me; as if he were on a boat, floating away on the raging seas as waves crashed together in a mess that even I could not compete with? This can't be happening. Not now. Not ever. He promised me forever.
Tell me it's nothing;
Try to convince me that I'm not drowning.
Let me tell you I am.
I should have seen the signs. Were there even any signs? That, I did not know. But one thing is for sure, this feeling in my heart was as deep as the ocean, and even if I were to cease to exist, this feeling would carry on for ages after me, drowning any who believed love to be forever. If anything, I would be saving them. May no one ever have to feel as low as I feel, and shall continue to feel. Have mercy on those who are in too deep to save themselves from such a wretched heartache.
Please tell me you know
I've got to let you go.
I can't help falling out of love with you.
Bullshit. That's all this was. One big fucking pile of fuckery fucking bullshit. Was he ever even in love with me? I doubt it. I told you so. It's not possible. No matter how hard you try, no one could ever be in love with a freak like me.
So why would he do it? Was it out of pity? Was it because he felt bad for "the loner kid"? Well let me tell you something, I never asked for an acquaintance, let alone a friend or a boyfriend. I was doing just fine on my own. But no, you just had to worm your way into my life didn't you?
It was as if you were a snake, and I, your prey. You injected your venom into my bloodstream, and then just left me to face the aftermath of your poisonous bite.
You could've just let me be.
Why I am feeling so guilty?
Why I am holding my breath?
Worry about everyone but me ,and I just keep losing myself.
I have nothing to feel guilty for. This is what is right. I want this. I need this. It's not that hard. All it takes is one single step. And it's over. I never have to feel this way again. I never have to feel again. Perfect; I hated feelings. Never have they brought me anything but my own downfall. Filling me with self hatred and a burning desire put metal to skin. Even that seemed too tiring of a task now.
Haven't you noticed?
I'm sleepwalking.
One breath. One step. One fall. Wake up.
idea from "falling" by the civil wars. austin carlile's pov. alan ashby broke his heart. never really mentioned names soooo. oneshot although i might continue it. depends on if anyone wants me to or nah. hope you enjoyed. have a fan-fucking-tastic day/night. (:
