Forget-Me-Not

Loss- It has a tendency of eating away at you. until you heal. If you ever do. Lifes constant reminders that they're gone taunt you. Showing you what you cant have anymore. Everything makes you think of them. As if to mock the fact that you're still here and they're not. Guilt is next. You feel shame for every time you weren't there; every little thing you did or didn't say. Things you did or didn't do, wishing you could turn back time. And then there's pain. Oh how pain loves to stay. Starting a place in your mind until it transforms into a home inside your heart. It's no doubt that life's a b***h. Grief, loss, pain, guilt. They say, "It's all a part of life!". Which is true, it is. Losing someone is just as part of life as gaining or winning in it is. But what about death? What happens when you're the one whose gone? When you're the one who others are crying for; feeling pain due to your absence? I believe that's the worst feeling of all. When you're the loss. You witness all this sorrow because of you and there's not a damn thing you can do about it. That is a whole other type of guilt in itself. As i should know. My name is Mia- And im dead.