July 23rd,
His ashes are on his bedside table.
I fall asleep looking at them every night.
Dallon tried to move them.
I lashed out.
I didn't mean to.
They're the only thing I have left of him.
Dallon tried to tell me to move them so I didn't cry myself to sleep every night.
I deserve it though.
I deserve to be in pain.
I caused his death.
Maybe I should be dead too.
-B.
