I awake at the crack of dawn — a literal crackkk; from a gun. Yesterday night was worse than the nights before — heard at least six gunshots. Every time, I woke up screaming with tears streaming down my face and heart racing in my throat. Every gun shot makes me relive the horrific moment of losing her. Then the fear fades and I am left with sadness so deep that I sit and cry through the night. No amount of crying is going to bring her back, though.
Fear is a warm gun
Fear is a warm gun
Fear is a warm gun
I awake at the crack of dawn — a literal crackkk; from a gun. Yesterday night was worse than the nights before — heard at least six gunshots. Every time, I woke up screaming with tears streaming down my face and heart racing in my throat. Every gun shot makes me relive the horrific moment of losing her. Then the fear fades and I am left with sadness so deep that I sit and cry through the night. No amount of crying is going to bring her back, though.