everything seems hazy.
grief does weird things to you. it drowns you in something so cold and black you forget who you are.
i didnt know her as well as her family did. didnt know her as well as her friends. but she was there for me. she was kind. she was understanding. she helped the dark thoughts subside. she supported me.
and now she's gone.
people acting like they suddenly care. everyone only cares when its too late. fundraisers and choruses of "just breathe" echo throughout the halls, and every time i see someone saying "just breathe" i want to scream because it almost mocks her. "just breathe" as if its that easy for them. "just breathe" because she couldn't. its all sugar coated bullshit.
nobody actually cares about how youre doing until youre gone.
YOU ARE READING
shatter in the night •poetry book
Poetry"And we'll love if we wanna, and we'll get where we wanna go."
