Day 78

She died.
And I can't do anything about that.
It was is the kind of truth that is impossible to accept.
The sadness
The despair
The self-loathing
The chemical imbalance
The hopelessness.

She died.
And it was so long ago.
It was is the sort of thing that turns you upside down.
Another person
Another lifetime
Another reality.

She died.
And I will never be the same.
It was is the kind of thing that forces you to examine everything.
Who am I
What am I
How am I
Why can't I.

She died.
And I am here.
All these years. All this time. All this life.
Later.
Still trying to accept the impossible.