Grieving,
Always grieving.
It's all I know, all I am
A creature of grief.
All my existence I have grieved,
Big and small, long and short.
Always grieved.
Trying to catch and cling onto things long gone,
Places, times, memories, people.
But they never come back,
All I have is grief.
Grieving,
Always the one grieving,
Never the one to be grieved.
Waiting for the day it will change,
For the day someone will miss me.
But until then, I will be sitting in my room,
Grieving for just a little longer.
YOU ARE READING
evening thoughts
AcakDeep thoughts, as in sleep-deprived at 3am with untreated mental issues and traumas and too many poetry videos on my fyp. I'll just vibe here with them until I feel like getting better. TW for everything I guess.
