My bleeding heart that beats for everyone else was having a hard time beating for itself. And I felt like I was dying and there was no one to resuscitate me. No one checked on me, no one asked how I was doing in those passing days, or ever since. I was in a dark cold place and those I thought knew me best left me to die.
And with their deaths a part of me did die. I’m not the same. And maybe it’s because I’m still grieving, or maybe it’s because the world looks different now. People aren’t so shiny to me anymore. People are hurtful and heartless at times. It’s not that I didn’t already know that, I just intentionally chose to look past it. But now, I can’t anymore – it’s all I see.