my body went into shock it was like watching a terrible accident happen right before my eyes my adrenaline is pumping my heart is racing i feel like i've lost all control sick to my stomach something i can't quite comprehend or make sense of
my sister wrote a poem about destruction. she said she never drank alcohol or took pills to get over the loss. but i did. i washed down a bottle that rattles with a bottle of *****. sometimes i added a sleep aid. there were a few mornings when i thought i woke up in hell. i did. but i wasn’t dead. the world didn’t allow that. it knew i had to stick around, had too much to do. that didn’t stop the hospitalization. didn’t stop my family from taking the locks off my doors. that’s how i know we were different. i had a love i would’ve died for.