The day you left, I felt cold. I felt like the warmth of your arms that were wrapped around me were removed. I was cold. I still feel cold.
The day you left, was the day I began to hate hospitals. I hated being inside them, I hated being in proximity of them. I even hated the drive to school simply because we drove by one every morning. I still hate hospitals.
Because of you I still hate funerals. Because of you I still cry at night. Because of you I still have your life lessons tucked into the corners of my heart. Because of you I still wonder what happened. Because of you, I will never have true closure.
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Everything I Want to Say
PoetryHere is a book. Here is a book complied of a girl. A girl who is currently healing from the process of breaking herself. Here is a book written by a girl who is exposing every single crack in her bloodied broken heart. Here is her raw and natural fe...
