When I was a child, I didnt know what death meant. Then I started growing and I learnt the spelling of the word. Yet, nobody I knew died. I only hear people cry and see them mourn and I feel sorry for them. Until it started drawing closer, death. It took a friends dad first, then a friends friend, then a close friend, then an uncle, another friends child...it keeps coming closer, stealing one by one treasures of this poor heart. Now I can spell it, define it, feel it. It stinks. Just like pain. And suffering. I only used to watch those in home videos. Excruciating pain. Sorrow. They were only plots in movies. Now a friend is feeling all that. Shes got the worlds weight on her shoulders. That poor heart is suffering. And writhing. Yet she smiles. But I cry. For she smiles only to make me feel good. Death, suffering, pain, closer they come, helpless I am. Why do we live only to suffer and die? Life is such a big joke. #SadSaturday
Posted on: Sat, 29 Nov 2014 08:17:24 +0000
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