Matt’s P.O.V
“You’re dead.
You’re dead.
Your body is cold
Hope is lost, I can’t let go
Can I die with you so we can never grow old?
Cut the ties with this note you left behind.
As I read the words I hear you telling me why.
(too late, too late) I never said goodbye,
(too late, too late) can’t even ask you why,
And now I’m wasting away in my own misery
I hope you finally come to a place where you belong” – Bullet For My Valentine ( A place where you Belong)
You know that feeling when you’re so hurt that you almost feel nothing at all? That odd feeling when you don’t question anything, don’t wonder about anything, don’t do anything? It’s that feeling when you feel too tired to care; too exhausted to worry about anything so you leave your body on auto pilot. That moment when ev
