I just saw you less than a week ago.
When I hugged you, I didn't know that was going to be the last time.
When I said I loved you, I didn't know it was going to be the last time.
I'm sitting here hoping that this is all a nightmare.
It has to be a nightmare right?
I've woken up for the last three days and it's still true.
You're still gone.
You're still dead.
Your smile is gone.
Your voice is gone.
I can't fucking breathe.
I can't fucking think.
I can't fucking function.
I can't even hear your name without breaking.
I can't smile.
I can't do anything.
I'm not okay,
Someone please fucking help me because the blade is coming out.