I don't understand how everyone can hold in the tears. Or how they can all hear such sad things and not even care. But, the thing that I wonder about the most though, is why she did it. April was my second half, part of my soul, part of ME. I don't understand why she did it. Why did she have to go and kill herself? I should have been there for her. I should have known something was wrong, and that she was unhappy. I should have been there to stop her. Instead I was only there to hear the trigger being pulled, and watch a bullet take my sisters life away.
These are my first thoughts when I wake up, when I go to bed, and for almost every moment in between. I hide my pain and pull my emotions deep inside me, to try and keep them all in. But, no matter how hard I try my feelings always find a way out one way pr another. Every time something sad happens, tears start falling, and before I know it I'm sobbing so hard I can't even catch my breath. I will never forget the day my sister took my other half. The day my happiness just seemed to… vanish.
