NobodyImportant

My grandfather passed away several years ago, yet I can still feel him in every single thing.

I thought living with you would be better... But I'm better off where I was.

I won't take the blame for the decisions you are making now. Your life is controlled by you, not the memory of me.

I have no reason for feeling this way, and yet... I do.

I know that you may never read this... But if will help you understand, then I hope that you do.

In the face of tragedy, Jason must find a way and a reason to continue living, even as he is haunted by his past and the choices of his father so many years ago.

The lines between happiness and absolute hate for one's self and the world are cloudiest when there is no support, only blame and accusations from the ones we love and worship.

I let someone into my life. And they kinda sorta broke me a little bit.

Guilt is a funny thing. Blame and accusation hurt the most when one places it on themselves, whether it is deserved or not.

A Poem about depression. Kinda sorta.

Goodbye, I suppose