To The Grievers: A Love Note

No one could possibly understand me Mine is different. Mine is worse Mine isn’t as bad Mine is too new Mine has been there for years I don’t like talking about it I need to always talk about it He was old so it’s different She was young so it’s different.

Who Am I?

From the darkest and deepest corners of hell, we have risen, blinded by the light of day. We fought our way, clawing, ripping flesh from flesh, exposing bone and blood and guts. We fought for days, months, years, then we were dragged down into the darkness once more. We were stripped of all that made us … More Who Am I?