july 19th, 2014
he has been gone for two months now. my dear patty, kidnapped by sickness at the age of five. he won't have to suffer anymore, like i suffer. my little angel is now looking down on me.
my bruises from a week ago still remain, but i still love him. i could've easily avoid his wrath on me by helping him more.
oh my lord, pain is just addicted to me. can someone else deal with my grief? i can't take this anymore.
minnie.
melody mcanderson
i had been spending every day with michael, since we sat down on his bed and drank dark coffee. he is my only that hasn't given up on me yet.
michael has been joining me every morning now to watch the sunset. he understood my metaphor on the sun rise resembling new beginnings in life.
on march 19th, i was awoken by a loud knock on my door. i rushed out of bed to see who it was. i was relieved that it was only michael. his hair was a faded red and there were tears running from his eyes. i pulled him into my arms and let him cry into my shoulders. "hey buddy," i patted his back.
"i don't know what to do anymore," he sobbed.
"michael, you have to get through the rain to see the rainbow," i murmured. "here, mikey, lie down for a bit."
"remember when i said that i would tell you how i got here?" he sniffled. "i wasn't in the best place. i let substances like cocaine and marijuana fill up the empty hole in me. i didn't know how to correctly handle my emotions, so i kept burning myself. the sweet flame on my thighs gave me the same rush as the weed entering my system. once my parents heard about my sweet escape, they immediately turned to sending me into rehab. oh, but i couldn't bare to be sent away, so i left my comfort of a home to this dump. my buddy ron is letting me stay here for free because he felt bad for giving me the first sample of coke."
"i believe in you, michael," that was all that I managed to say to the crying boy in front of me.
"my past is haunting me," he cried into my chest.
"michael, i am here for you; your past won't change my opinion on you," i wiped his tears off with my finger.
"i had a chance to turn my life around," he rolled up the sleeve of his sweatshirt and showed me the several burn marks on his arm.
"you will get through this, i promise; i will be there every step of the way for you. just promise me that you'll never burn yourself again," it was my duty to help him now-- i can't give up on him. michael wiped off the tears with the sleeve of his shirt, and then fell asleep on me.
nate wineford
grief;
good grief is a famous saying by cartoon character charlie brown. ironically, grief isn't good. you experience grief after someone you love is gone. some stages of grief is denial, acceptance, depression, etc.
nine days since my minnie has been gone. my lips tremble everytime i hear missing followed by minnie carson on the local news. i miss her blonde hair, her hazel eyes, oh the most is the freckle on her cheek.
oh i kept on drinking and drinking today. the hole was bottomless, and i needed booze to fill the hole up. my habits worsen since she left me. my darling, where are you? can you hear my loud cries begging for you to come back?
