Grief

      In the pit of my stomach is a knot. The circumstances surrounding the knot in my stomach weighs heavy on my heart. I have been dealt a blow and I feel like I can't handle  all of the blows was that I keep getting dealt. Another life was cut short, another person made their way out of my life. The circumstances surrounding his death were inevitable for his and I am miserable because it. I never like to say goodbye to the people that I feel are supposed to be there. It is too hard to say goodbye, I never want people to leave even if aren't in my life daily. I stay in denial because I want people to stay forever.