by Kelsey Oct 22, 2005
category :
Sadness, depression /
grieving, loss
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I remember the day i got that call, a voice on the other end who could barely speak at all. The called to tell me that you had been killed and in that moment my heart went still. Im running out of air, tears streaming down my face, life isn\'t fair, why did you have to be taken from this place? This cant be happening, you cant leave me, I dont wanna see your name on TV. I threw down the phone, fell to the floor, crawled to my room, locked the door. I sat on the floor, clawing at the ground, crying as hard as i could, but trying not to make a sound. I heard my mom pounding on my door saying \"Baby whats wrong, dont cry anymore!\" \"Don\'t worry Mom, Im fine!\" I lied \"but guess what mommy, Andreas just died!\" \"Oh my god baby come out here and talk.\" \"No mom I cant! I cant even walk.\" So as i laid there by my bed, I cut at my until i saw red! |