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My Chemical RomanceI sit here, crying, clutching onto something that’s no longer there. I’m waiting for that same voice telling me “Hey, it’s okay, we’re here. We always will be.” I still have your memory, but you’re not there. I’m alone and I’m bleeding, and nothing feels the same. I hear your voice, but it’s a recording. It sounds artificial. Cause you’re gone.
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I close my eyes and hope it’s a dream. Hope it’s all a sick joke. Still waiting for that reassuring smile and Listen to us. You’ll be okay, we promise.
I keep waiting.
You’re not coming back, are you?
You left me with a memory and something to hold on to but it’s undoubtedly different.
It sounds aged and ragged. I wish I could clutch onto you, and you could clutch back and wish me well, like you used to.
But it’s gone. The feeling of warmth has disappeared and my chest is empty.
The only reason I’m still