It felt so quick, the time that passed. Everything just seemed to blur into one.

Grief had slipped its dark, cold hands inside my chest, and was holding onto my heart so hard it felt like it had frozen in time.

I was so angry. Angry at the world. Angry at the universe.

And most of all, angry at myself.

People always think bad things won’t happen to them.

Well, I’m here to break it to you, they can and they will.

Bad things happen to good people, to bad people and all the mediocre people in between.

You. Are. Not. Safe.

Because, I was not safe.

Time stopped for so long.

I had no where to go.

I had no idea what I was supposed to do.

I sat in my fog, Taking answers where I could.

Trying to dethaw my heart.

My parents let me be a child again.

It was like reliving childhood through an adults body.

No expectations,

they were just happy I hadn't killed myself.

A sigh of relief everytime they entered the front door.

I didn't have time to kill myself.

Too many thoughts consuming me, I could barely move some days.

I got to rebuild my lost relationship with them in those months.

Take what I had always wanted.

I wouldn't eat - Couldn't eat.

Chewing was another thing I had taken for granted, until I could do it no more.

All I could fathom was soup. I couldn't comprehend eating anything else.

Time moved on.

I began to eat small morsels again.

Allthough my heart was filled with bitter-hate still,

I tried not to show it.

Slowly slowly, I thawed complete.

I was left with a soft smudgey puddle of a person.

So soft, so mushy, so delicatly weak.

Here I am rebuilding,

Bringing myself back from the brink.

People have changed,

But so have I.

A new person released.

A new person everyday, Deceased.