kay

mark my words- death is the most disgusting presence known to man and nature. it leaves you crippled and, ironically, wishing for it. for me, death was the new definition of my best friend. i was a child, only fifteen, and so was she, but sixteen. she was the most beautiful girl i had ever and will ever meet. her eyes were incandescent and her voice was immortal; i just wish she was. for me, death was being walked down an isle to an open casket, holding the hand of what was once my other half, now cold stone and holding resembling a complete stranger. for me, death was watching her mother collapse on her daughters casket begging, on her knees, to God for her daughter's life back.

she begged.
i'm begging.

so bring her the fuck back, okay?
i don't even care if it has to be as some creepy little ghostie that always follows me around. i'm just tired of having to live life without her.