Here lays James South.
A young loving boy who was loved by many.
May his soul rest in eternal peace.
2010-2016
James died in one week.
My beautiful and sweet boy died.
He was gone. Forever.
And I could do nothing.
Not cry. Not talk. Anything.
All I could do was watch his casket be dropped six feet underground as his mother cursed the world for taking her baby boy.
He was just a child. A five year old child. He's always been ill. But he never let his illness take away his smile or ruin his life. He was a strong five year old.
I watched his cute and ghostly polished face that was dead and remembered his warm and smiling face when he was alive.
His parents worked hours and hours to support his medical bills as insurance wouldn't pay for an illness that wasn't "life threatening." Life threatening my behind.
They had a small family. One twelve year old boy named Stephen, a sickly yet caring child named James, and two overworking yet loving parents. Life is cruel. It takes everything that is good.
It was torture...just having something so warm and beautiful one second and then letting it be snatched away from you by the cruel grasp of the world. It sickened me. This whole fuc-no, I won't be like her. As I was saying, this whole world was one messed up place. I looked up at the sky, now, if this were a movie, the sky would be dark grey and there would be rain. If this was a book that wanted the readers to invest their lives in it, it would be sunny and contradicting sadness the main character felt. But this was real life and there was no rain and there was no sunshine. It was all bleak. Only a couple of fading clouds that swirled in the sky. It didn't portray my mood. It just felt dull and meaningless. It looked dull and meaningless.
This whole dull thing makes me think about God for some reason. Who is this entity that has saved and suffered millions? How do people in this era believe that he is real? Is it just because they can not explain phenomenons of this world? Is it because we're all masochists and want to be punished? If God is real, if he really is, if he does care, if he really does, would He stop me if I decided to end myself?
No. No. No. I shouldn't think of such things. So what if the situation isn't great right now? It should get better. It has to.
I can't be like her.
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I'm sorry
-my tears were your holy water-
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