Today tuesday 24 nov 2009,
Inside my head I carry around a suitcase.
All of the contents are black and grey.
Images of that horrific day I spent on the side of the road, after being a front seat passenger in a car that was hit at high speed. It’s crazy to think you’re in a state of shock and on the phone calling family and friends, while the person you are madly in love with slowly loses consciousness and later you are told that they are gone. Trapped in a crumpled mess, wondering how did you make it out alive?
Now I have to live with the guilt of not being there at the end.
Me.
Not the other driver.
I lost my life as I knew it and am now alone again. In pain all over my body. In pain to my inner core. In pain forever.
Every day I try to get through but every moment IT is lingering, the suitcase with nothing bright and cheery inside.
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