Keep quiet, it will pay off eventually.

I can still see them.

Listening to professors in other classrooms inspires me.

The storms here are surely different..

Sometimes, the person you’d take a bullet for ends up being the one behind the gun.

Awaken from your slumber, my sweet angel.

For it makes me worry.

Are you only sleeping, or are your nightmares taking your body away as they occasionally do..

Don’t worry me anymore.

I don’t know how much more I can take.

Your worst nightmares are becoming our reality, yet fixing it is only in our wildest dreams.

There isn’t enough medication to allow you to escape anymore.

The trips outside have made you decline even more.

You’re searching for much more than you can handle, asking more questions when the river of answers is quickly drying up and receding from the banks of your very thoughts.

I need you.

I can’t take this endless search for more.

Come down, come back to your body, come back to me.

The answers aren’t outside like you think they are, you already have them, baby.

This, too, will drive you into the inevitable madness that has enraptured ones just like you, carried away in their own thoughts..

That road doesn’t seem much further along now, does it, baby?

I’m not far behind you, don’t you worry about me though, baby,

I promised you, remember?

All those nights, lying awake with one another, our futures entangled in our whispered words.

It was the only thing we had to keep ourselves sane, to keep ourselves going.

The hopeful pitter-patter of their feet on the floors, waiting for us to detach from one another’s embrace.

Speaking words of wisdom to the glazed-over eye’s of the next generation.

But, we have even started now to question whether we’ll even make it that far..

Don’t pull that trigger.

Put the knife down, baby.

My heart is breaking away into pieces from this empty shell that I have to show for a soul.

I need you back.

I hate what they have done to you. To us.

They want to ruin you, but I won’t let them, don’t worry.

I promised you, remember?

One more call, pick up. Pick up, please.

It would be useless to wish sweet dreams upon you, when I know they cannot come anymore.

“It’ll be okay.” Such hollow words these have become to us.


I promised you. Don’t forget.