Its never getting out of bed.
Its finding it hard to smile. To breathe. To eat or drink. To survive.
Its counting a day where all you did was watch TV a good day because hey at least you did something!
Its nonstop tsunamis of pain.
Its seeing them in the hallway and fighting back tears
Its telling people "I'm okay. I'm over her now."
You'll never really be over her though.
I don't know how I've survived through this but somehow I did.
I hope one day I make it out alive.
But for now its just a bunch of pain crammed into my heart.