It was like a hurricane that I didn't see coming.
My mind would wander into darkness.
I never knew how I felt at times.
I was living, but part of me died that day.
When my eyes would close, I would see the evil eyes of death staring right at me.
Nothing would calm me.
I was like a sailor lost at sea that knew they were never coming home.
Why did this have to happen?
At times it was hard to breathe.
I might as well have died myself.
Oh, how I cursed that dreadful day!
I wished with all my might for it to be over.
Gasping for air; fighting for life.
Why oh why did this have to happen?
There will always be a hole in my heart for as long as I live.