7th Day

Today’s my Dad’s 7th day. The week was a hell to us all. I can’t describe it well with words but it was fuck painful.

Just a while ago, I found the urge to bit myself for some reason, so I did it. I tore a bit of my skin. It doesn’t bleed, but it stings. But the pain from my wound just fades in shame. It’s no where near as painful as how we are all feeling.

I try to keep myself busy the past week by running errands and stuff to keep my mind off things yet my mom keeps on dragging me back to square one. I don’t know how I should reply to her or what I should say. Because no matter what it is, it wont ease the pain.

I do not know how long this will take. Perhaps, this painful feeling wont ever leave. Ever.

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