When a loved one died,
I was left battling with emotions,
Trying not to slide over the edge,
I felt like dying as well.This death was different than the rest,
Maybe it's because I didn't know them well,
My uncle who overdosed,
My cousin who committed suicide,
Didn't throw me like my father's heart attack.Though things turned out fine,
The thoughts still linger,
They brought out a new side of me,
My brain had switched off,
My fire blown out.It's hard to be happy anymore.
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A Collection of Words
PoetryA collection of poems and occasional short stories I write.