It seems as if my life is reaching a critical breaking point.
Illogical thoughts float through my mind, and as i type I am sitting here, confused as to what life truly is.

My friend passed away, leaving us behind with nowhere to go but utter despair and grief. We all tried to hang out together to lessen the pain, but that only reminded us of how our group was one short, so we went our separate ways to grieve.

I sit alone in this cold place, no one to comfort me, and no one to remind me that love is still relevant in this earth. It seems as if sorrow is the only gentleman to keep me awake at night. With his best friend loneliness. I stare at my phone, pretending that the people I talk to wish to speak back, but everyone is busy. Everyone is grieving.

Perhaps it was time we all got back together, and speak of what happened, to lighten the mood. Everyone agreed.

Everyone but our other dear friend. He answered no calls and no texts, no knocks on his door. We finally called his parents. They found him drugged up and drunk, laying in his own vomit.

They said they could save him at the hospital, they said they could bring him back.


Let's hope they are right.


I have nowhere to turn. I have nowhere to go.

My heart is failing me, my eyes are splitting. I bite my lips and grind my teeth, and I pretend that it's okay. But I know it's not.

Perhaps if I write it all out like a story, I can dissect it, and digest it. That's what I thought. I hope its true.