Reunited™

think

they say time heals all wounds,, and here i am three weeks after your funeral still writing to you.

my therapist doesn't help. she just angers me.

truthfully,, i find peace in writing to you...

it makes me feel as if your still here with me.

even though you're not.

i can't stop thinking about you.

everything reminds me of you.

the moon reminds me of your personality,, how everyone thought you were cold-hearted but you were actually very sweet and bright.

the squeaking of beds reminds me of your old bed,, the one you had when you were ten. those were such easier times ya know?

baggy sweaters remind me of how small you were,, and how soft your skin was. your hair felt like silk.

ice cream,, french fries,, books,, movies,, video games,, it all reminds me of you.

my therapist thinks i should move on,, but how can i when i'm stuck?

i'm stuck between the memories and suicide.

i want to kill myself,, but the thought of you and our happiness restrains me.

if only i could stop thinking...