an epidemic
It’s happened again, and this time I read the text without emotion. Just another overdose to add to my list of high school friends that once were. This one should trouble me, it’s the sister of a friend that’s already stiff and cold from the same pointless tragedy. I know their mother, she’s a wonderful person, and yet I don’t even feel anything for her loss. I should pay my respects to her, but how can I show up bleak of feeling? Does a monster that no longer feels offer anything to a grieving person? Will it even matter if I don’t show up? Does it even matter that they are gone? Where is my empathy? Why do I crave tears when I know very well how much they sting? Why have so many walked this road creating non-feeling shells of a person, void to the aftermath of death?