Omitted and Blocked

If you asked about the worst thing that ever happened to me, I would tell you in a snap it was mid July.
If you asked where you could read about everything terrible and wonderful that's happened to me since last May, I would say my blog.
But where is it?
The moment I thought I might die.
The moment I had never been more alone.
It's hushed.
Omitted.
Blocked.
And unwritten.

I sort of wish someone would ask.
I want to spill everything.
Absolutely everything.
In complete detail.

The words they said, the terror, the running, the crying, the walking, the pain, the screaming. The exhaustion. The fear.
The feeling of being completely
Absolutely
And utterly
Alone.

Miles and miles from everyone I needed.
And feeling that they themselves didn't love me anymore.

I know I'll never forget.