There is one thing I'm certain of at this point
I do not know how to cope with death
I possess the most guilty heart
I do not know how to understand why god takes the good people away without reason
Why not me
I've cheated death more than I have fingers on my hands and yet the people who are taken off the earth are the innocent ones
I spend my nights contemplating on why
I make my stomach form knots like the ones that form from the families of the missing one
I don't even know the people who pass away but somehow I can't help but feel as if I was directly effected