Emotional Writing

Realization

There he is.

He's been found.

I could have sworn I'd find him in a bed,

Not a casket.

The building is quiet,

I watch people shuffle in and out,

As they pay their respects.

They all seem sad.

None are as sad as mom,

Or me.

It makes sense though.

That's dad in the casket.

I wish I didn't know why.

I wish I wasn't here.

I want to be at home,

In a bed.

I want to be crying.

I miss him.

This is a terrible feeling.

I hate it.

I've come to the realization.

That I hate life.

I've come to the realization,

That I want to cry.

I've come to the realization.