6.
Once upon a time you had everything.
A group of friends.
A lover amongst them.
A group of people you could relate to.
A place to belong.
Now there a few things that remain,
A feeling of not belonging
An aching heart for times that passed
Ab aching heart for those, who's paths diverged from your own
The terrible solitude of your own prison that is your mind
The only constant in this world
It is not the people you meet
It is you
It is your aching heart
The aching for belonging
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Poems that help me grieving
PuisiThis is a collection of poems and small texts about grieving various things in my life and coping with them.
