This taunting blinking line, forcing me to write. It says all my words for me. It says nothing. This sudden shock and impact, how can i write? What can i possibly say to make all these matters better? To make every one's pain go away. You're home now, in the arms of God. Oh how I hope there is a God to soothe you. For if we feel this amount of pain for the loss of one friend, one person, one precious life put on earth to make us smile, how must you feel?

The worst part?

I can't even cry. I can't shed a single tear, because this can't be real, and this isn't happening. Not to me, not to us. The sky cried for me today. Pushed its tears into me, and its angry wind. This wasn't your time, you were young and beautiful, you are young and beautiful. It brings to mind how unforgiving death can be, when it creeps up and sits beside you. Filling a void with more nothingness where your smile should rest; where your eyes should be; where your laughter should linger.

I see now why death would want you. Why it would want to take you and embrace you. We all glorify death until it happens to a dear one, close and young.



I see now, why anyone would want you.



We all become believers when someone dies. I hope you're up there, and I hope you're looking down. Smile for us. Because we sure as hell can't.



Yes, I see now why death would want you.