Aunty says to believe. Aunty says to have faith.

Aunty says to always pray. Aunty says it'll be okay.

Aunty says you'll be fine. Aunty says dont worry dont cry. 

Aunty says let it go.

Aunty says let go of the rage, the heart ache, the red. 

The difficulty to breathe. The pain. The heat. The anger.

Everything will be okay. Stop crying. Stop worrying. I'll be fine. 

You'll be fine. Everything will be fine, I love you Aunty says. 

But I don't know.

I'm scared.I'm sad.

I'm mad. I'm hurt.

Sometimes I don't know how I feel.

Everything is black and white.

Everything is black and white but I feel red. Not blue, but red. It's dark.

Everything has a gloomy background with a fiery rage presence.

And it hurts.

Everything hurts.

I didn't get a chance to tell her. 

It's sad. It's guilt. It's painful.

It's the constant pretending that everything is all happiness and pretty rainbows and unicorns.

 I'm tired, I'm tired, I'm tired. 

Exhausted. Drained. Powerless. Too weak. 

I wish I had the chance to say goodbye.