So I stayed , with you. Even though your parents begged me to leave. Even though your friends yelled and cried cuz they couldn't stay by your side because of me, knowing I'm just one of them. Even though it was hurting horribly to be so helpless, useless. But I stayed, in that white room, selfishly, because I wasn't capable of doing anything else, which soon became an asylum. All the sounds of beeping and the pungent smell of bleach. All of it was driving me crazy. Seeing your face, all in peace, and your heartbeats in an oscillation. It ripped my heart. I wish I could talk to you right now, make you smile, hug you tightly. It all really pounded my heart and brain. I was smothering.