Words can not express the sorrow I feel. Sorrow for the things I used to love to do. For the joy I used to share with friends. For the dreams of life I created. I can not express the beauty I see all around me. I want to try but every effort falls sadly short.
I will not be the first to die. Nor the last. For some reason it feels so personal when it’s happening to you. Perhaps if I had gone another way. Perhaps if I had tried a bit harder. Perhaps perhaps perhaps.
In the end after all the anger is gone all that is left is sorrow. And words can not describe how that feels so I will not try.