A Bee's Opinion

When someone you love dies so does your life. Your life as you know it is gone. All of a sudden you have to learn how to live without this person in your life. And it’s hard. Because you don’t know how to live your life without them. Your life isn’t your life anymore, it’s just a shell of what it used to be. It’s a lesser life, one you don’t want to live in but you have to. You want to go back and it hurts. It will always hurt. You burry your face in your pillow and try not to sob. He wouldn’t want to you to cry for him, they tell you. But he’s gone. Forever. And how can I not cry? How can I not feel like the world is ending when my life is? When his life already has? We carry our pain and we burry it into a pillow but I don’t want to carry it. I wanna throw it away and be done with it but at the same time thinking of a day in which it doesn’t hurt terrifies me. It hurts because it matters. The day it doesn’t hurt anymore is the day I’ve gotten used to livingin a world without him. I don’t want that world to even exist. When I’ve tasted extraordinary, how can I settle for bland?

Stop telling me not to cry. Sometimes you have to cry. Sometimes your head hurts and your eyes burn if you don’t. Sometimes you need to cry.

I'm sorry if I don't seem to be all here. It's because I'm not. My mind dwells on fanciful worlds and fictional characters