Wednesday, 7 April 2010

Grief hangs heavy, overhead.

My mind is blank and I am speechless. My opinion lies in the back of my mind where my mouth can't find the courage to bring it forward. Why the fuck is life so unfair?
I'm up all night and not eating properly because I can't bring myself to sleep or even spare a second along with my thoughts. I'm running away from feeling anything because right now I can't afford that. I need to be strong for those who are too frail to carry the weight of their own grief.
The time would come, we all knew that. But who would've known that the struggle would be so hard? We'd face such difficult choices, stand in between forked roads with such heavy consequences on our shoulders. Our consciences are filled doubt and endless questions.
Please let this end soon.