It just sucks not having someone to talk to at night. Being all
alone; in the dark. Hearing your every breath at the other end but here I am
just wandering off with my dark thoughts. It’s unfair how I manage to stay up
with you for all those nights that you can’t sleep. It’s also unfair for you to
put up with all the hard times I’ve put you through.
I wish you could stay awake with me. For once. Talk about
everything we can with each other. Get to know each other more. I should be
able to understand the different circumstances that we’re in. But sometimes I
choose not to. For I long those endless meaningful conversations. Is that too
much to ask for?
This is hard, for us. I get it.
I need to grow up. However, I refuse to. I am willing to
wither away and drown in my fake sorrows because I’m that Emo.
In the meantime, I’ll be here. Waiting for you.
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