beautiful struggle.

Something I stirred up at 2am while thinking about the death of Alex V. and what it means to some of her close kin and how it would affect me if I were in their position. This girl was someone's sibling, daughter, best friend, lover, cousin, aunt, etc. To me she was a class mate, a fellow Mercy girl & I feel the loss. To many people, she was adored and loved. It's a tragedy when we lose someone we love. We should appreciate the life we've been given. It may not be there when we wake up tomorrow morning. This goes out to all of you...

Rest In Paradise Alex V.

Life is a beautiful struggle. It shouldn’t be taken for granted because it can be taken away with a blink of an eye. A struggle that can end without a warning. Without a chance to say goodbye. I can love you today . Be unable to hold you tomorrow. See our pictures melt as the tears roll out of my eyes and feel my heart fill up with the sorrow.
Of losing you. While the pain is unbearable, I try to remember the good times we shared. Feel like I’m going insane when I think about how things can never be the same-I’m scared. More fearful than I’ve ever been. Hoping that time won’t erase your face
From my memory. Now that you’re gone my life’s filled with misery. Honestly. I’m not sure how to pick up the pieces and carry on. It’s a tragedy.
Not having you here next to me. Waking up in the morning and just knowing you’re gone. Listen to the radio and it’s playing your song. I face reality. I’m stuck here. Without you.
It’s seems impossible to live. Death is a confusion to me and I’m trapped like it’s captive. My mind can’t comprehend what God must be thinking, how’d he come to such a decision. My heart grows weak because it knows something is missing.
From this picture. Of us, it’s still hanging on my wall. The scent of you still lingers. I hear your voice but it doesn’t have much to say at all. I’d give anything to feel your touch once again. Hold your hand. Let you know I’m here and that I understand.
What you’re going through. You were the best thing I ever had. I’d never take you for granted. Deep down I know you wouldn’t want to see me sad and filled with such pain. But these clouds above my head are constantly pouring rain.
On my shoulders. The nights seem to be getting colder. As days go on, I’m only getting older. And pretty soon, it’ll be our time once again, to resume, what we left here on Earth. At night, I still wear your favorite shirt. It helps me sleep. And keep living through this life. This struggle. It’s beautiful. It’s a beautiful struggle.

In Loving Memory Of All Of Those Who've Left This World To What We Hope Is A Better Place