Yesterday I felt my first real heartbreak
My cousin passed away.
It was the first time I truly felt hurt.All the other times I was "hurt" were ridiculous, nothing compared to the inevitable pain I felt last night. I was overwhelmed with tears and there was an invisible structure choking my heart. It was squeezing my heart. It was adding full pressure to my heart. It was strangling it. Making sure it felt the loss.
And I certainly did.
There is an empty piece replacing my cousins beautiful face. I just remember how a few months ago my uncle had the webcam on, and he was showing us his new born baby boy. He had this big beautiful smile on his face. He was wearing a baby blue overall. His wide eyes were staring surprised and overwhelmed at the camera. And we laughed and cooed about how cute he was.
Not having a clue of his tragic destiny.
Or how just three weeks ago, my mother and I went out and bought him toys. And I especially emphasized on getting him a blue small car. And my mum would say that he is too young to understand and I said its for when he grows older.
Little did I know that three weeks later he would pass away. He didn't even get to SEE the toys we sent him.
I'm just thinking of how selfish I am. Of thinking I had problems that were stupid and petty compared to this. To this beautiful baby boys death. To my cousin.
I'm just thinking of how the ache from yesterday is still there. Permanently engraved in my heart. How I was a train wreck. How the tears wouldn't stop coming and how that god dam-n brick in my throat constricted it. And I just couldn't use my voice because it was long lost in my tears. it got lost in the big a££ ocean of tears. It got half way through the ocean and then found out why I was crying then cried itself.
And now I'm on the bus. On my way to school. The very next day. The windows are foggy from our breath's combined to make a barrier against the outside world. I sit here acting like everything is okay.thinking of how no one will know about how broken I was yesterday. How they will treat me like they treated me yesterday . How my Maths teacher will go in and teach the class and ask for my homework not knowing how broken I was yesterday. Or how my study supervisor will tell me to not sit beside my friend not knowing how broken I was yesterday and how much I need to just be with them right. And how everyone in the cafeteria will laugh and joke and go on as If nothing happened not knowing how broken I was yesterday.
And I come to a conclusion;
Life goes on.
Life goes on.
Life still goes the hell on.
And now, as I sit in the third seat in the bus on my way to school, I am sure that; the tears won't stop and the hurt won't go away.
But I'll try stay strong. Ill smile and laugh and go out during break and say I'm fine if anyone catches me in at a vulnerable moment.
And then ill look up and say
"thank god for everything" because everything is
written and everything is done with purpose. And He knows why
this happened. And I can only hope that I will get to see my
cousins beautiful smiling face soon. And I'm hoping even
more that he can get a better blue toy car to play with in
heaven.
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I wrote this yesterday which is why i was heading to
school
We would be at the park with our mothers and our childhood friends. And we would see the big kids laughing with there friends and just sit there admiring them. Scrutinizing everything they did
with adoration and unusual fear but couldn't wait till we were like them.They looked so cool standing there.They didn't have there mothers with them.They could do it all on there own.They had it all figured out. That's what we thought.We couldn't wait to grow up and be one of those kids.Little did we know.
Those big kids were confused.
Just like we are now.
Too bad we figured that out too late.
Their friends?There was at least two people that secretly hated each other.They may have been mad at each other.Sure, they look like there having the times of there lives,but teenagers are good lies.Its all fake.All those smiles don't mean much.
Each one of those 'big kids' had something going on.
They all had secrets they were hiding.
They all had a burden.
Do you remember that girl with the beautiful long black hair.Did you notice how she has a long sleeved shirt on when everyone else had t-shirts on? That's because her insecurities lead her to harming herself.
How bout that boy wearing the Abrecrombie and Fitch? He is pressurized to keep the wealthy,happy look for the reputation of his father.Or the girl who has one earphone in her ear occasionally laughing at something the guys say? Her parents are going through a divorce and she wants to be as far away from home as possible.Did you look twice at the girl with the ripped jeans? If you notice properly, they weren't bought ripped.She wears them everyday,not because she loves them-like says- but because there the only pair of jeans she has.The only pair of trousers she has because her parents are already working all week in three jobs.
And lastly,the genuinely happy girl
Shes not so happy though
because they all tell her
all there burdens
And we were clueless to this.There happy facade fooling us.
Remember when your mother was at work?And your babysitter was downstairs making you lunch.And you sneaked into your mothers room and took out her pair of red heels. You put them on and felt like a princess.Like your beautiful mother.Thing is, your mother had those heels on when she got fired last week. That's why she had them hidden deep deep down into the closet,because they remind her of the job she lost.Of the money she wouldn't be able to collect for you.
Or how bout that day you broke the beautiful glass candle holder that was on the table and your mum yelled at you?You started crying and then she hugged you and apologized.
That was because your father bought her that on there anniversary.
And she was upset because your father can't buy her anymore of them.
Unless there from heaven
And we couldn't wait to grow up.But now that we did, we'd do anything just to go back.
xx
S.Z