This is what Drowning feels like.
I feel like I haven't breathed in a week. The days are whipping past me in a blur of violent and beautiful color. I'm not sure if I want them to slow down. If it keeps going so fast, she'll be awake sooner. I'm so useless right now. I can't do anything, I can't go, visit, tell her she'll be ok. I spoke to her on Friday, I couldn't tell her exactly what I wanted, others were present.
It's funny, I've always known she means the world to me, and that I'd do anything for her. But maybe, I thought it was just that, a thought. I'm totally prepared to do whatever is necessary. I've put my entire schedule on hold. Nothing is as important as her. I'm going to be there for her. School can go piss up a rope. I've already told my boss that I need to be able to leave at any point.
I hate the idea of a one-way street.
It's funny, I hate the phone, half the times when people call they get my voicemail because I lost or left my phone somewhere or I let the battery die. That thing hasn't left my side since I heard. I keep it on a stand outside the shower, leave it next to my bed on full-volume (just in case I happen to fall asleep).
I wish I could give her some part of me, the part that'd make her alright, all better. I guess I'm stuck waiting.
Listen girl, You have to get better and you will, I know. This is all about you, whatever you need/want. I have you.
It's funny, I've always known she means the world to me, and that I'd do anything for her. But maybe, I thought it was just that, a thought. I'm totally prepared to do whatever is necessary. I've put my entire schedule on hold. Nothing is as important as her. I'm going to be there for her. School can go piss up a rope. I've already told my boss that I need to be able to leave at any point.
I hate the idea of a one-way street.
It's funny, I hate the phone, half the times when people call they get my voicemail because I lost or left my phone somewhere or I let the battery die. That thing hasn't left my side since I heard. I keep it on a stand outside the shower, leave it next to my bed on full-volume (just in case I happen to fall asleep).
I wish I could give her some part of me, the part that'd make her alright, all better. I guess I'm stuck waiting.
Listen girl, You have to get better and you will, I know. This is all about you, whatever you need/want. I have you.