people are taken from us with no warning or explanation. we sit wondering and blamming, all too often, we blame ourselves. we have no say in when our hearts will be ripped from our chest and our souls turn pitch black. we're left confused and untrustng.
we grow hatred for the ones that leave. why? because they left us! they left us alone with nothing from them but the pain and memories of them. as beautiful as the memories may be, they're not enough. memories don't let us feel them, let us touch them, or let us smell them. just see a blurry, slow version of what they were.
then.. then there's the guilt. the "I could've helped. I could've saved them."
