Ivanah

There were fears that you couldn't get over

no matter how many therapists and shrinks you visited .

These fears buried themselves so deep,in your head,in your blood;just like poison meant to kill you slowly.

Losing people has never been easy. To me or to anyone else.

Losing my sister to a stray bullet at the age of thirteen was never part of the plan;my parents separating shortly after wasn't either,but it's life I guess.

Fast forward four years later,I fell in love.

And when the bliss came to an end,I was the one left collecting the pieces.