Why must I sit here and see this.
I want to say something, but I don't know what to say.
Saying it'll be alright isn't enough, saying I'm sorry isn't enough.
Why, god? Why give me the endless need to help my friends in need but not give me the words? Why give me the lock, but not the key?
God works in mysterious ways...
All I can say is, I'm sorry, Cherrel.
Hell, I don't even know if I spelled your name right...
Listening to: The horrible, utter, depressive silence.
Reading: The stuff I'm typin'.
Watching: My phone screen.
Eating: Already ate.
Drinking: A can of pepsi.