long story short

 So yesterday was the first anniversary of my dad's death and I feel dead myself. It's already 14th but 13th Feb feels eternal. Everyone moved on and I'm still living that day last year, unmoved and unchanged. I am still in that room, hearing the sound of my mother's voice crying. I am still there, all the same and still very different from that day.

  And it's hard to be at a party When I feel like an open wound I feel like a badly cut wire, like a very sharp knife people are careful around me  trying not to get hurt I feel like an open wound eternally bleeding unable to stop or heal I wonder where does the blood keep coming from it doesn't stop it keeps coming and coming in the form of salty tears streaming down my face I'm a wire and I will electrify everyone who comes closer so I run away to not hurt others and in the end only end up hurting me.