I don't think I ever sunk so low,
felt so hurt
or cried so much;
not even when my grandma died or even when I failed my Spanish test.
But I did, especially when people called to 'check up on me' because in other days they never did.
They didn't even give a flying shit, but suddenly everyone wants to know if you are ok.
Well what do you think?
Could I be anymore better?
And to be honest I don't know if they expect me to tell them how dandy I am or what.
Ironically they think they've done me justice with that one nonsensical question and
they think that they succeeded on showing me how much they cared.
YOU ARE READING
Grief
Short StoryA road of agony, misery ,lost hope and a road to get out of it You'll just have to read and see
