Tonight I feel hollow, glass-like.

Fragile and delicate and just waiting to be broken.

I am finding so much hard to understand right now.

I am angry at the world for taking away people that should have lived on.

I am angry that life is only that, life. No matter how great you make it, it still ends.

I guess this makes me feel as if there is no point?

Why try and be something you are not? Why not just be you and love every minute.

Or should I strive to change, to be better? Is it worth it?

What would you tell me to do?

I don’t understand how one minute you were here full of such energy,

And the next you were broken.

I pray to god you weren’t scared.

I hope you didn’t know what was coming.

I hope you didn’t feel pain and I hope you had no regrets.

Right now words are nothing to me but shapes.

I cannot be comforted.