Curtains, an invention made to hide, to protect. Curtains are made to give a sense of security; isolation well-deserved. But Curtains, can be dangerous. Curtains can keep you from the truth, keep you from your life outside your life. Curtains can make you feel stranded and helpless. Curtains can make someone go crazy, crazy enough to take a bottle, keys, and a gun. Curtains will make you drive around for two days, THINKING about your two sons. Curtains will make the hot fat tears roll down your face in embarassment and pain and agony. Curtains, will put that one bullet in the gun, put that gun to your head, and pull. Curtains, will blind, and lie, and ****, and tear, and rip, and hurt you, if you let it.
I wrote this for Momma Renee. She committed suicide this weekend at thirty-five years old, leaving her two boys and a trail of tears. No one saw it coming. She took anti-depressants because her doctor thought she needed them. She stopped taking them and made stupid decisions. I am typing this at 12:44 am because I cannot sleep. I love and miss her so much.