I stand looking at all of your “graves”, vengeful at all of the people who “killed you”. Thinking about it, maybe I was one of the reasons why you all “died”. Casting you out of my life, blocking, unfollowing, and erasing everything I had of us. Now each of you “died” for different reasons but with all the same outcomes, leaving me lonely in the world looking for the things I once saw in all of you. Looking at your graves, all I’m think about is the people you used to be when I first met you, then to the people who you were when you died. I always wondered if you stare at my grave….
-a broken girl














