a slow death inside
Posted Jun 4, 2014 by anonymous | 320 views | 3 comments
Until I watched a close loved one slowly slip into madness i didn't know my heart could feel so heavy with sorrow. When the mental illness progressed so far she couldn't eat, speak, or bathe herself I died a little each day inside because i had to face the world everyday feeling alone and lost, grieving for my loved one. I am filled with such rage and impotence because i could not help her. The person she was does not exist anymore all that remains is a broken, empty shell. Through her descent into madness i withdrew into myself until the only comfort i had was in the numbness that enveloped me. In public i moved forward, one foot in front of the other, when all i really longed for was to disappear. I will always bitterly wonder why her, knowing i will ever get and answer. Sometimes i dream of the person she would've become and the plans we made when we were children, innocent and unaware of the cruel world we live in.
Commented Jul 30, 2014 by AnonTeen15
I'm sorry sweet pea :(
Commented Jul 8, 2014 by shawnzy
Im so sorry , i ve lost my mother while i ve been in army ! trsut me , life has no meaning , but guess what ! life goes one , even if u go sleep wiz the desire not to wake up again , i understand ur loss but u should be strongger ..
Commented Jun 4, 2014 by anonymous
Damn...