Monday, February 9, 2015

My Bittersweet 16

there are just not enough words to describe the pain of loss. You get consolation from thinking even grief and sorrow will also end. But while you are at the bottom of the pit and everything is just dark, you just endure the feeling. You cry, you bleed, sleep through it, cry again, bleed again and sleep through it again.

You just have to survive the day, a dear friend says.

My bittersweet 16, my heart is still bleeding for you.