Author's Note: I do NOT anything of Hannah Montana, nor the song used in this story.
What Hurts the Most
Since Mikayla's funeral everything began to get hard. Sleeping in the bed, even looking at my guitar was hard.
Everybody was worried because I would only a little bit of food, and I didn't sleep very well. I had nothing but nightmares of the crash. I began to lose weight with what little food that I did eat.
Mom was having a cook out, and everyone was there. I could hear Mr. Stewart playing his guitar, and Miley was singing along with Oliver downstairs. But I couldn't. I couldn't face the world yet. I wasn't ready to let go. I wasn't ready to let go of Mikayla.
I would be flying back to Sydney, to sell the house and too say good bye to everyone I became too know the next morning.
Mom, Oliver, Jackson, Mr. Stewart, and Miley was looking around my house as the rain outside continued to pour. They had wanted to help me pack and do everything that I needed to do. And I knew I couldn't do it by myself.
I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house
That don't bother me
I can take a few tears now and then and just let them out
I'm not afraid to cry every once in a while
Even though going on with you gone still upsets me
There are days every now and again I pretend I'm ok
But that's not what gets me
I couldn't do it, at the first picture of Mikayla. My heart had a sharp pain shot through it and I grasped before taking off running out of the house with everyone yelling at me to stop. I couldn't do it I couldn't even look at a picture of her without breaking down into tears.
What hurts the most
Was being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was tryin' to do
I sat on the beach in the rain watching at the wave's crash into the shore. Behind me I heard footsteps only Miley could have. Sighing loudly, I turned and looked at her, I opened my mouth to say something but nothing came out.
Miley smiled sadly at me and pointed at the wet sand next to me. I shrugged my shoulders and turn my head back to the waves. How long we sat out there before Jackson and Oliver came I wouldn't know.
It's hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go
But I'm doin' It
It's hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I'm alone
Still Harder
Getting up, getting dressed, livin' with this regret
But I know if I could do it over
I would trade give away all the words that I saved in my heart
That I left unspoken
We had everything packed, and I had to make three stops before I could leave what had became my home. My heart.
What hurts the most
Is being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do
What hurts the most
Is being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do
I stood on the stage with everyone watching me, quite….silence…..I took a deep breath and prayed to Mikayla to help me through the song I was getting ready to sing.
Not seeing that loving you
That's what I was trying to do