joceisonfire

”He’s in a better place now” they told me. I couldn't tell you how many people spoke those exact words to me with the same sadness filled in their eyes, the same sad tone in their voices. No, he’s not in a better place. He would have been in a better place if he didn't hang himself in his grandmother’s garage. If he would have just stuck it out, worked on his problems, got on meds, saw a therapist, quit his job, got a new job, lost friends, graduated high school, got new friends, smiled more, shared his thoughts, trusted people more. If he just wasn't so afraid of life, then he’d be in a better place. Now

Night is when I come alive. Every cell in my body starts fluttering. The sun fades, leaving behind sparkles of its light as a reminder to all of us that even though it's dark, we aren't alone. "You aren't alone!" The stars scream down at me, making my head spin around and around and around until I'm screaming with them. "I'm not alone!" My heart is pounding, my eyes are dark blue, reflecting the sky. My eyes become the sky, stars and planets and black holes and all. My body becomes the Earth, a parasite suckling at its surface waiting for that one faithful day that I get to its core. Will you be proud? I lay on the frozen grass I'm c