My world stopped spinning when I heard.
The earth continued in its orbit, carrying me with it, but time, as I know it, stopped.
Blood froze in my veins, movement, and momentum, impossible, as I struggled to process even a simple thought.
Those around me continued in the minutia of life while I was left gasping for breath and being.
Nothing pierced the unreality.
Nothing penetrated the solitude or the incapacitating silence.
On the day you took your life, you left me with nothing but frozen tears and unbearable unbelief.
I had no idea your pain was so overwhelming.
I hate that you felt desperate.
I hate that I had no idea.
I hate that I lost an irreplaceable part of my soul.
My-Boy.
Why did you go?
I hate the idea that I have no idea.
Suicide:
I hate you. I hate the incomprehensible lie you tell. I hate your devastation.
I hate you.
