What doesn't kill you makes you stronger.
But not having you in my life makes me weak.
It makes me want to wrap myself up and hide from the world.
Because I have no idea how I could possibly live in a world with you not with me.
The ghost of your hand touching my face makes it feel as if I have died and God is punishing me for all the wrong I have done.
It feels as if every day the life inside of me is being sucked out and soon I will be an empty shell of the human I was before.
The one who would joke with you and make you laugh every chance I got.
They tell me to pick myself up, that I could learn from you.
but it feels as if I am a prisoner of Hades, shackled and heading to death.
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Poetry Portfolio
PoetryI've got a lot running through my head, I suppose I should write it down. Poems I have written- just decided I may want to share them.
