It's hard.
Living without you doesn't feel like living.
It feels like I'm empty.
Just a shell with a single emotion.
Sadness.
It's all I feel.
It's all I think is right.
No one ever says how hard grieving is.
You don't understand it and you just can't explain it.
It's makes you hurt.
It makes you weep.
You can't control your feelings when you're alone.
You have to let all of your pain out.
But the question is, when does the pain stop?
I don't think it does.
Not ever, not really.
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Mom
PoetryThis is just one of those things I wrote while thinking about my mom, I miss her so much. I stay up late crying and just writing how I feel. I thought it would help me if I shared how I felt. So here is some of the many things I've written.