My Adventures In: Death

I suck at death.

Seriously.

I especially suck when others are dealing with death. . .
. . .I don't know what to do or say. I want to tear out the pain and I know I can't so I just. . .act weird. . .

I have lost so many people and friends. . .I hate how it feels and the empty that never goes away when you say their name. . .or see a picture. . .or when someone laughs like them or smells like them. . .

I don't think I am scared of dying. . . I am more afraid of losing people. It seems so random and unfair. . .

. . .and I don't need comments about how it's better and how happy they are. . .I get that. . .I'm selfish I guess!

And I don't like the people I love being in pain either. . .so death and I. . .we have an issue. . .

For those of you who are so alive and wonderfully apart of my life. . .I love you! And if you slip away. . .know that. . .know that I will miss you immensely. . .

. . .and when you check on me. . .know that me falling apart is how I deal. . .and go peacefully to what ever is next. . .I have the others and they will help me get put back together again. . .just like each time before. . .