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I miss you so much it pains me. Piercing to my core. But at least now your free. It's not hurting anymore. You were taken too young. Death's motives are unclear. Your life had only just begun.
When the doctors come in, I awaken from a slumber I hadn't realised I was under. "What's wrong?" I stammer sleepily.
There was an air of excitement in the house today. Not only was it Williams 7th birthday,but also his daddy was coming home tomorrow. He was arguing with his little sister Eva who was only four.
What's Tasha doing. Why is she here. Oh, no my dear reader. Our greatest fear, Is about to come true. She stands in the rain. And smiles at the sound Of an oncoming train. No, no, I am begging.
A switching of location Neither gone, nor lost At home with loved ones Never forgone or forgot An extended vacation Where time has no bearing Watching earthly loved ones Whilst always...
Happy Birthday, Honey, A pity it isn't sunny. I brought you these flowers, Watered by summer showers. I wish you could be with me, We'd sit under our special tree.
Check. That look, Stop it.
Death has no hidden agenda or timetable so to speak The second of my funeral's is on Friday of this week I should be there really, to help and support a mate.
Feather sits alone, In the middle of her bed, Riotous, unhappy thoughts, Running through her head.
You're slipping through our fingers, Don't think there's anything we can do. I'm sure it's the end of the line this time, There's no way you can pull through.
every moment I stop,. every moment I think,. every breath I catch,. every beat my heart skips,. a tear comes to my eye,. I break down and cry,. left on the floor to die,. with no one by my side,.
you're fading, fading,. my time wavering, wavering,. I'm losing my baby, my baby,. our memories hazy, hazy,. I've broken you, broken, broken,. I messed you up, hurting, hurting,.
No mater how much I thought I could prepare myself, I was wrong. The prospect of my mother actually dying had taken on a whole new perspective. The doctors told us she had three months to live.
The loss of loved one. A friend, partner, husband or wife. Acts as an exclamation mark. To the value of love and life. A chance to re asses. All we cherish and hold dear.
Looking out over the balcony the ocean crashing in a lullaby against the rocks. A young woman stood there while the sea breeze lapped her brunette locks.
The clouds roll in and mass together, Covering up the beautiful blue, The sky turns grey and dull as a result, And all I can think of is you.
9:35pm Your hands are trembling as you write your letter. You write about how no one cares. The ink smudges as your tears drop onto the letter. Your suicide letter.
Mother, Our conversations have become one way, you no longer wonder what I'd say, To you, I've gone and never coming back, but why did you stop following my track.
So I our family knows this guy who runs a little shop which sells sweets and savoury foods. He was a nice man with deep blue eyes and a big brown moustache which had turned grey with old age.
I sat on my bed, picked up the note. I struggled to read the hand writing. It said "Dear Alisha...
How do you fix what is broken. How do you heal what is hurt. How do you pick up all the pieces that have been scattered and lost in the dirt.
It started off pretty normally, so normal that I believed it to be true. Me and my older brothers were on our way to my wedding so were dressed up to the nines.
When I was just a young one, A tiny, wobbling thing. You were always there for me, You taught me everything. I'm crying as I write this, You're beautiful, but you disagree.
I did not weep when my father died. The pain and heartache,held inside. There were no teardrops from my eyes. but my soul was screaming to the skies.