there's no rulebook for grief.
there's no straight way of dealing with it, there's no step by step guide on how to start and how to stop- is there really even an ending?
people watch the victims as if they are sensitive puppets on frayed strings, expecting them to cry and to scream and to fall apart, but what if that doesn't happen?
the grief is incomprehensible until you are hyperventilating and your hands are pressed against glass in desperation.
it's lying on the bathroom floor staring at a doorknob wishing the one person that won't walk in will.
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inspired by izzie's monolouge in the first episode of season three in grey's anatomy!
-sam xo
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