Grief

I am full of pain.

So full of it that my legs hurt, my arms hurt. The space between the bones in my fingers hurt.

I literally know what a broken heart feels like because mine aches with every beat.

I constantly think about Sawyer. What life should be right know, what life would be. It's a cruel cycle. And it never stops.

I want to be dead. I want to die. These are the things I think. This is my life.