You were a very very very crappy year of my life. You sucked pretty much entirely. If I sum you up, there are probably 10 things I can mention every month that made me want to throw myself off a building. But, 2018, I held myself up, and somehow made the best of it. And that is the strength you gave me.
So instead of just ranting on about how you sucked, I’ll credit you with one nice thing you did for me every month too, and bid you farewell without any hate. Continue reading “Goodbye 2018”
Cranking up the volume on my headphones to drown the noise of my own thoughts
My eardrums might burst, but I think that’s better than my heart bursting
“We need to talk”
Breaking; A single crack Continue reading “HEARTBREAK”
Cry, baby, cry
Cry if you’re upset
Cry if you miss someone
Cry because you feel
Cry, baby, cry
Cry because you’re happy
Cry because you’re touched
Cry, you have the right to
Continue reading “cry, baby, cry”
You don’t need to hide from me,
I’ve probably seen it myself;
I can help, or I could simply listen,
I will be there. Continue reading “we can hurt together”
Having cancer sucks. Without having any experience in that field, I can tell you that it 1000% sucks. I can give you medical facts and statistics to prove my point, but no heartfelt reasons because I don’t know what it is like. I’m just saying what other people say.
Suffering from cancer sucks.
What I can account for though, is that knowing someone who has cancer sucks. I know what that’s like. Having a family member or a friend who happens to have a terminal disease screws you up in ways that cannot even be explained. You watch them degrade in front of you. All the medicine you’ve read about in books actually comes alive. You literally watch the cancer suck the life out of a person.
Watching someone suffer from cancer sucks even more.
Continue reading “the sun doesn’t hide behind every cloud”
It’s a chilly winter morning. I can’t feel anything, but that must be because I’m dead. I know this because I see the people wearing black cardigans and sweaters. Some are even wearing black long coats. It’s all black. I told them not to make it all black, but who ever listened to me? Oh well, can’t help it now.
I had a list of how I wanted my funeral to be. I specifically mentioned NO black and NO tears. I also said they should play good music, my music. Instead all I can see is black and tears and all I can hear is the sad melancholy tune of the church choir. Its a sad sight, but I guess that’s how funerals are supposed to be. If I were there I would want someone to kill me, but no one would have. Guess it’s best I did it myself.
I’m floating near a tree, quite far away from the actual ceremony. I wonder if people can see me, but I doubt they can. All people are doing is going to my casket and whispering. I’m curious to know what they might be saying, so I float over there and listen to people speak to my dead body. It’s not eavesdropping, they are talking to me after all. Continue reading “I Died To Live”