- 4:58 PM One could say...all the pain I feel, all my scars
they're my own fault
One could say I made them up. That its all in my head
It wasn't...I know how real it was. But will anyone else see that...?
won't they just say I'm whining. That I want to feel tragic?
All that I Loved, and all that I lost, and all that I knew, was real. That world was real. He was real. I was real.
Why won't anyone understand...?
Have we come much too far in this world, to believe in things like that?
Maybe one day I'll tell Her.
bearing this alone, because no one will understand...
Sometimes, I'm amazed with how much I actually miss it. I remember back then, how I felt. I can remember the tears. The words I said. That was real. It was real, the way I felt.
It hurts that my life may just be pushed aside by others, as "just my imagination".

it was real, the way I felt.