I stand there for months knowing she wouldn't come back, but I still wait as if she was standing next to me in her own grave. Even if the funeral ended I still stand there patiently waiting until she comes again...just.. waiting...even though she will never come back.
I finally arrived home after a few songs when off and i walked, in locked the door, and when up stairs without saying a word. Finally I reached the top of the stairs and went in my room and slammed the door as if I was mad. I never understood the way I feel, it was a mystery to all really. A feeling as if a coursing river of sadness flow inside me and it never ended. My mother before... the accident happened alway told me that I was depressed but no one was for sure.
A few a hours later I got my homework done and decided to go on my phone and do the normal check your instagram, twitter and stuff like that because I didn't have anything better to do, but after a while I got tired and fell asleep slowly dozing off into darkness.
I was on my way home from school, walking as fast as I can so no one would see me. I had a lot on my mind lately knowing one of them was about my family and her. Then a song from my iPod came on, "Keep Myself Alive" by Get Scared was on. Slowly warm tears started fall onto my cheeks as I whispered the beginning of the song to myself.
"I always ask myself,
How could this darker cloud make me stronger now.
I'll always ask myself
When will this go away?"...
