Elucidating Questions

When you need help

But reaching out feels like a cry for help

And it is a cry for help but people frown upon these things

So you just sit and cry because who could help anyways?

Death is inevitable

I’ve lost two beautiful piggies so far and it doesn’t seem to get easier

The anxiety of the pre-mourning setting in

Watching her slowly stop doing everything she loved and just lie

I feel so alone and I feel so helpless

That there’s nothing I can do but watch

If I had the power to fix it

If love was enough to fix it

But it’s not

I just hope her life was worth it