How do you define grief?
When I was a child, my favourite thing to do after school was to run home straight into my grandmothers arms.
I knew that no matter how painful my day was, she would be there waiting on her favourite armchair.
She would tell me stories and the sound of our laughter would fill up the house.
The world would seem like a kind place to live in.
One day I came home and the armchair was empty.
No one laughs here anymore.
And the world has never made sense again.
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Hurtful
PoetryThis is about poems that I feel as tho I can relate to and I'm sure a lot of others can relate to. Just remember your never alone, there's always someone you can reach out to and talk to tell them how hard it is tell them how much you are struggling
