Even after two years it still hurts like it was a month ago
i cry sometimes even when i should smile. but it's torture. i think it's gone but then it comes back . . . harder. a parasite thriving inside. gnawing raw at anything and everything
i didn't know at the time but you held my world together. you kept me sane
now i don't know. i have no idea what i'm doing today or with my life. i'm clueless to who i am anymore. without you it's hard to live through the destruction and the immovable rubble and choking dust that's left
your life wasn't the only one to end that day — mine did too
I lost you
mom.
YOU ARE READING
You
Poetry"You"- meaning the you personally and You aside from me. This book talks about the You individually and going through times when you are your own light but, also when all you see and when all you feel is darkness. The You I dream about and need and...
