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People keep dying. All around me. Death seems to be killing the people I love, one by one. Who's next? My mother, My best friend? Could this get any worse? It gives me no mercy. But, it's death. Why would it? I die a little each time a person leaves me here, on this godforsaken world. I have the worst of luck. I have to be strong, and not cry for my mom. She thinks I'm growing up. "You're so strong, not crying." She tells me. But she doesn't know, that every night I break down and cry like a baby. If God is real, and he cares, then why does he strive to make my life a living Hell. What did I ever do to deserve this? cry