Why can’t he see himself alone…with each desperate grasp for love…and daylight is all that seems to matter he once said. Yet the sun falls short of anything he once held dear and days inevitably forsee the chance he never had…Memories are all but forgotten… "my heart hurts so much that I can feel the pain in the gut of my stomach now, and I don’t know if I should cry till my eyes bleed or if I should hit you until you hurt like I do” why can’t he see himself alone…fear is an o’ so common feel…and why must darkness paralyze so hard, he has said over and over again. Your words can’t hurt cause I’m already dead. Give me back my fucking heart, you can’t have it anymore.