I was happy.

We were happy.

I don't think you know, but I heard the gun.

Now, I live alone in numbness.

 

The feeling consumes me; that's all there is.

No peace.

Just noise.

Static.

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Constant and loud. A deafening silence.

 

I can't eat or sleep.

I can't look at other people.

I feel like the square root from your negative numbers.

Have you ever looked at yourself and felt so imaginary?

 

Your memories haunt me.

Everyone tells me to let you go, but

how can I drown my demons 

if I've already taught them how to swim?

 

I wish you were here.

I wish I could've saved you.

You could've saved me from drowning.

 

Was it fast? Did you suffer?

Were you numb as well? Or

Did you feel pain?

Does it hurt?

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I guess I'll find out.