Yeah. I cry over this.
Yeah, it hurts a whole lot.
No, you won’t see it.
He was in my kindergarten class.
He gave me my favorite toy in second grade.
It was a power ranger.
Just because I don’t break down in front of everyone,
Just because I have NO IDEA how to make ANYONE feel better,
Just because I deal with this immense pain much differently from others,
Doesn’t mean that I DON’T DEAL WITH IT.
I feel what you all feel.
I’m not any different.
My friend is dead.
One of my oldest friends is dead.
I act this way because I’m too emotionally cripple/weak/in-compassionate.
Now no one can say I don’t feel.
3/20/92 - 10/15/10
I’m just going to have to live twice as hard; you better be watching broskii