November

October has passed.

Well the year, really.

It's now November.

One of my saddest months.

Eight days

after the first,

my best friend killed herself.

Throughout October,

we didn't talk much.

She was distant.

Everyone asks me if I'm okay.

I'm not.

On the eigth day

I received a message

from her sister.

She bled out.

She hurt so much

she bled her pain

out through the stories on her wrist.

I struggle.

I miss her.

I don't know how to talk.

They say I just need a hobby

to be happy

but being happy is hard

when

I can't even pinpoint all the reasons

I am sad.

My best friend;

nothing made her happy,

she was just sad.

maybe thats why we were best friends.