Why? What did anyone do to deserve something this painful?
I hate the world. I hate this nightmare so much. Why is the universe against me?
It feels like someone has driven over me with a bus multiple times, but nobody else sees it.
It feels like a knife is being twisted in my back during a conversation, but they don't know.
It feels like someone is trying to kill me, and I can't do anything about it.
I want to open up to people. I really do, but how can I? I feel so helpless, and I feel like the life that has been in my eyes is just leaving when the tears fall.
I'm not okay. I say I am so many times in a day, and I wish that to just one person say that I'm not.
It feels like the world is congratulating me for surviving, but now I have to live with it.
I think the worst part about all this is, is that it's only the first time I'll experience this.
I hate this.
But I miss him so much.
Can I please have my brother back?
Is that really too much to ask?
