At night’s I can’t sleep, and I know why. November 1, 2012 was the day that I died. The feeling of being dead is Fxxxxed Up, and it’s all in my mind, so much that I get chills down my spine. So what am I to do? Accept it, or try not to forget about my loved ones, and the ones that have died. It’s hard for me to accept it, so every day I try to feel like somehow I’m still alive, but there is no way out of this. The feeling I get from knowing that is Fxxxking with my mind. I don’t know how you would feel about 40 years to Life in prison, but I feel like I died, because to me the visiting room is like my grave site, my family comes to visit me, say they love and miss me, then start to cry. What hurts me the most is when they say their goodbyes.
By: J. T.