A pain ripping through me
It's like he doesn't know how to leave
Tearing through my every seam"
There was this guy I had met. Online. I'm telling anyone who dares read this: DO NOT BECOME TOO CONNECTED TO PEOPLE ONLINE. Separation hurts. A lot. I'm still mourning over someone who I stopped talking to months ago. And now he's in a lot of my thoughts because it sounds like my friend in real life knows him. Personally. It feels as though my heart is ripped from my body each time I hear his name or this song that we always listened to. "Lips of an Angel" by Hinder.
His name was Dave. He was 17. We'd talk over the phone and over instant messenger to the late hours of the night. I didn't know I was too connected to him, until it was too late. He left and my heart was torn in two. I'm still trying to repare the seams that were broken.
I wish it could all just... disappear. It's too painful to remember. And I hate it so much.
And I will continue to bear all of this pain and misery, even if I have to go it alone.
