I should have been a pair of ragged claws / Scuttling across the floor of silent seas

I hurt.

So much.

Why can't I just drink of the rivers of the Lethe and stop regretting the loss of things that aren't meant to be? Wake up, kid, and quit chasing pipe dreams.

God, it sucks so bad.

How do you move on when you don't want to, when the last thing you want to do is forget, when your own feelings are the tangled web in which you are inextricably enmeshed?