2 years
I should be okay.
2 years
I refuse to go that way.
2 years
& these flashbacks won't end.
2 years
& I still hear screaming in my head.
2 years
I am tearing myself apart,
Just to feel if I have a heart.
My essence is dark & cold.
My insanity is starting to unfold.
I used to be convivial.
Now I am literal.
I am quiet, lost, a living nightmare.
I want to kill myself but I won't dare.
I punish myself, rip my skin far afield.
2 years later & I'm still not healed.
2 years, I should be okay.
2 years, I refuse to go that way.
2 years, & these thoughts still won't end.
2 years, & the screaming won't stop in my head.
It repeats. Time repeats.
Her death, my death, that death.
Friends gone, family gone, He's gone.
I'm gone.
It's gone, they're gone.
GONE.
That time is gone,
Even though it's been two years.
I assure you.
I am still trying to forget that hell.
I am still trying to get well.
There is no time on grief,
Just life.
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Pathetic Poetry
PoetryHere lies the things that were untold, until now. Please give credit if taken. Pictures come from my own photography or the internet.
