Tucker Bryant

Lewis Mundt

I can feel grief pouring itself from my heart in the form of tears just thinking. In the corner of the room I have a desk, that desk is my best friend. 2 notebooks, full of secrets and thoughts...full of misery. I want to imagine that at some point I was happy, that my life wasn't just lying in bed all day crying about nothing and everything. All the things I used to love doing, I don't even remember those things anymore. Those big dreams of growing up and being a nurse or astronaut or vet became nightmares inside my head. Nightmares as dark as the soul of the evil that infests the earth. Just the thought of getting out of bed makes me want to cry, knowing I don't want to have to face this unhappiness. It confuses me and I'm still trying to understand. What is this feeling? Where did it come from? Why won't it just go away? Leave me alone.

I don’t even know anymore.