Everyday, some stranger dies somewhere far away .
Other times, someone distant in your neighbourhood is in a car crash
You think, “ oh my God… that’s so sad”
Then, someone you know dies. At first it’s surreal.
It’s not a dream and you know it, but you choose to believe otherwise
Everything you once knew about grief fades away.
‘it’ll pass’ someone once said. It did not.
A month after my Grandad died. It suddenly hit me, i’m a strong person. Of course I’ve been sad but I’m holding out pretty well. I haven’t shed a single tear. I’ve done a good job at comforting the others.
He was pretty old anyways and if you all haven’t noticed,
We all die eventually.
But one day , I got to understand grief just a little, at least that’s what I think.
It was silent.
Behind closed doors.
I cry.
This scene reminds me of that one girl in the movies
She’s crouched on the bathroom floor, crying
The shower raining down
She’s wet and sobbing. You feel bad.
This is nothing like the movies.
This girl I’ve become is making noises.
Some sort of disturbing groan making it’s way through her clenched teeth
There’s snort everywhere, the saliva making a pool at her feet
She’s making a weird distorted movement on the floor. Maybe it’s a seizure?
I think she’s calling for help but I can’t hear with all her fumbling around
Why won’t she scream?
Why won’t someone come through the door?
Then she looks up at me, her eyes are blood shot
she’s still.
Her skin feels cold
That was a month ago.
Do I know grief now? Not a single clue
Yesterday , some stranger died somewhere far away
Today again, someone from the neighbourhood died of some illness.
And I’m still thinking, “ oh my God… that’s so sad.”
