The sting on my right cheek and then the left proves all that I have been assuming...
*wow, Amber, I don't know what to say. I really like this line. So poetic and...painful sounding.
You give them just like gifts on Christmas day- I am starting to think I lost my ability to cry. As a child, I was always told after 7 days you become accustomed to something.
*I like this bunched up group of letters. They are fit perfectly together. 3 thumbs up!
What I can't stop doing however, is asking God what I did to deserve this; Did I not pray enough? Is it because I didn't help that old lady across the street? Searching and searching my mind... I come up with nothing. I am not allowed to talk to anyone- So I talk to God and all of the dead souls who are listening. I know in my heart, he will be the one who puts me where they are.
*You're going somewhere happy. I just know it. Dark moods usually convince you that the end is going to be somewhere dark. But, it's not true. You can push through it. You've pushed through everything else. You're stonger than you give yourself credit for.
Every once in a while, I sneak a peak out of the bathroom window and watch the world I wished I live in as it passes me by.