I wake up and I look at myself in the mirror. The reflection that looks back me is terrifying.
I look bad...my eyes are swollen. My face is puffy and I look old. My hair is tangled and knotted...I havent combed it in days.
I have so much gray hair...I feel like ive aged twenty years since Phillip died.
I dont have any strength left in me. My body is tired and weak.
I go back to bed and stay there for days...I have no more energy to fight. No will left to live.
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