Dead but not Really!!
Why do we mourn over the ones that passed away? Why do we hold on to the hurt that we're feeling? Why do we pretend that we haven't or can't be touched? These questions have a point of view that you are not going to believe. You see I made these questions to look as if I'm questioning are feelings on the dead. but that's just only because you basically are! Check out what I'm about to say next! I am talking about dying, but we're not really dead. Do you get it yet? Fine I'll tell you just what I mean! When you've been stabbed directly in the heart, you start to fall and lose all filling and hit the base of the floor. Hard concrete you didn't see there before because you are do busy looking up in the stars instead of the ground! Losing concius and waking up relising the person that was once there is no longer there. Every time your heart beats you losing breath dropping step after step trying wonder what happenened to the two of you. Your, I mean my first question that comes toi thought is did we just die? Why can't I feel love no more from the other end.
Sorry it's not that much but it's my first time on here, and I just let some of my anger out into the electronical air......
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