*Le sigh" Here we are..... again...

Why sister? Why is today so damn hard. 
Why am I searching endlessly for videos, just to hear your voice.
Going over our messages over && over. Just to feel some form of normalcy. 
It's been 225 days. 5,400 hours. Too. Freaking. Many. 
I miss you. 


I'm trying so hard to be positive. To "fix my state of mind" because, you know, it's all in my hands && shit. 
But I remember you trying to do this, right before you gave up. 

I'm so tired of hurting sister. 
I'm so tired of it all. 

I miss you. That's all for now. 
I love you. More than your stupid ass would ever understand. 


Cheers to suicide awareness month. 
Fuck you for making us all go through this. 

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