I hate it when people say everything's going to be ok. Or when they say, I know what your going through. Because they don't. No one does. Words are meaningless. Every single word. Meaning less.
One year ago my mother called me and told me that investigators found my father on a river bank, with a gun shot through his head. The only upsetting thing was, the gunshot came from his gun, the one sitting in his cold, dead hand.
Since that night I haven't spoken to anyone. People have tried to comfort me.. But I try my hardest to not listen. I didn't block out my words because I was being dramatic, or because I was being sad, but simply because words can't do anything.
I remember the last thing I said to my dad before he "left to go to work"... I told him goodbye. And that I loved him. Did he not understand that? Did he not get that I loved him with all my heart? This is why, I think words are meaning less.
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To be continued
