Status: Finished
I Miss Him
I'm Stuck Here Alone
Day 1:
He...He's gone. Alex is gone. I loved him, why did he have to go that way? We got into an argument, and I stormed off. He stormed off too. Why couldn't it have been me? Why couldn't I have been there for him? He would have seen the truck speeding his way, he would have gotten out of the way, I would have pushed him out of the way. But I wasn't there, and now he's gone. It's all my fault.
Day 4:
I haven't eaten, shaved, cleaned, showered, I haven't done anything for the past few days, I just cant. I miss him too much.
Day 6:
I finally brought up the courage to get out of bed. The sheets still smell like him, it was painful to leave. I've showered, and just barely cleaned our house, but I can't do it anymore. When I'm in bed, surrounded by sheets that carry the scent of him, I feel like he's right there beside me.
Day 7:
It's been a week since my boy left me. He promised to always be there for me, I just wish I would have been there for him. It's all my fault...All my fault. If I would have known, I wouldn't have left. I would have stayed there, right by his side. But I didn't. I wasn't there for the one that was there, right by my side, through thick and thin. Why did I leave? Why? He would be here right now, next to me, with my arms wrapped around him. If I had been there to protect him, he would have never been hurt. Whoever did this to him, I will find you. He did't deserve to die like that. The funeral is tomorrow.
Day 8:
The funeral was short, not many people came. I stayed casket side the whole time. It rained, such perfect funeral weather, he always loved tragedy, but sadly, tragedy caught up to him. I could feel his presence beside me when they put him in the ground. At least he's free now. He's in a better place, away from this world. Away from me.
Day 16:
I miss him. I lost my job, I haven't left the house in weeks. I need him.
Two months later:
I still can't accept the fact that hes gone. I miss him so much.
One year later:
Today is the day he left. They never found the person who hit him, but karma's on my side, right? I've decided I want to be with him again...no, I need to be with him. I need him.
20 Minutes later:
I've tied the noose. In the middle of our living room. I can't wait to be with him, right by his side again. So, I guess this is goodbye.
He...He's gone. Alex is gone. I loved him, why did he have to go that way? We got into an argument, and I stormed off. He stormed off too. Why couldn't it have been me? Why couldn't I have been there for him? He would have seen the truck speeding his way, he would have gotten out of the way, I would have pushed him out of the way. But I wasn't there, and now he's gone. It's all my fault.
Day 4:
I haven't eaten, shaved, cleaned, showered, I haven't done anything for the past few days, I just cant. I miss him too much.
Day 6:
I finally brought up the courage to get out of bed. The sheets still smell like him, it was painful to leave. I've showered, and just barely cleaned our house, but I can't do it anymore. When I'm in bed, surrounded by sheets that carry the scent of him, I feel like he's right there beside me.
Day 7:
It's been a week since my boy left me. He promised to always be there for me, I just wish I would have been there for him. It's all my fault...All my fault. If I would have known, I wouldn't have left. I would have stayed there, right by his side. But I didn't. I wasn't there for the one that was there, right by my side, through thick and thin. Why did I leave? Why? He would be here right now, next to me, with my arms wrapped around him. If I had been there to protect him, he would have never been hurt. Whoever did this to him, I will find you. He did't deserve to die like that. The funeral is tomorrow.
Day 8:
The funeral was short, not many people came. I stayed casket side the whole time. It rained, such perfect funeral weather, he always loved tragedy, but sadly, tragedy caught up to him. I could feel his presence beside me when they put him in the ground. At least he's free now. He's in a better place, away from this world. Away from me.
Day 16:
I miss him. I lost my job, I haven't left the house in weeks. I need him.
Two months later:
I still can't accept the fact that hes gone. I miss him so much.
One year later:
Today is the day he left. They never found the person who hit him, but karma's on my side, right? I've decided I want to be with him again...no, I need to be with him. I need him.
20 Minutes later:
I've tied the noose. In the middle of our living room. I can't wait to be with him, right by his side again. So, I guess this is goodbye.
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Title credit: If These Sheets Were The States - All Time Low