I woke up crying. 3 A.M. that's the usual time I use to weak up and spend hours before falling asleep again.
I got used to it, I don't like it. I woke up crying that night because I was dreaming about you, same repetitive dream: saw you dying and not being able to do a thing to stop this.
It hunts me.
I relive every time the pain of having to lose you and I'm never ready for it. How can I?
Each time I try to fight against losing you, but I'm the only one fighting and I'm powerless.
Sometimes I wish I could forget everything, so it stops hurting.
But I can't forget and the pain doesn't go away, it's there hidden, always finding a way to get out.