How to Make Friends in the Dark

this book

is for the grievers

this book

is for the left behind

this book

is for every broken heart

searching for a home

I sit in our small life. Watching everybody else. A bug in a jar.

this book
is for every broken heart
searching for a home

we’re just stories in somebody’s book and every time they turn a page, that’s when new stuff happens. But I think we’re like one of those snow balls. You know, shake ’em up and everything gets all messed up and the snowflakes cover everything and nothing goes back where it was.”

What you had left to lose is already gone

I’m starting to get really, really tired. The wet cement feeling. A thousand bricks on my chest.

My feet are like lead. My feet are like bricks. My feet are like cement blocks dragging along the floor.

Death is kind of turning out to be a mean, weird bitch.

“It’ll be like this for a long time, Tiger. You just have to keep keeping on

You can do this. You can be brave.

No, I can’t.