I can't do this
He's laying in a bed down the hall and all of the nurses are telling me he'll be okay.
My heart pounds when i think about how hard it will be when he finally does have to go.
I've been avoiding the hospital waiting room until it was cleared out.
I don't want to be around 10+ people when my grandfather who raised me from birth is 'recovering' in the other room.
I want to cry, alone. I want to know that when I wake up one day and he's not here my heart will not have taken a vacation leaving an empty space where it belongs.
I want my grandparents to reverse in age, now that they are almost 80 it's time to turn the clock back so when it's time for them to go and they are just infants in my arms i will have had my time to deal.
Death is so confusing. You never know when it will come and i want to know right now... How much longer am i going to be scared?
How much longer am i going to fight with the ones i love to get a point across? Is the point that important?
I feel dead to the world right now. I'm unavailable, the lights are on but no one is home. She's day dreaming about ridiculous fairy tale endings that defy the laws of physics.
I can't lose him yet, 23 is much to young to lose your Papa.
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