They keep asking
how I'm dealing with it
and I keep lying
that I'm doing fine.
It's a bittersweet feeling
knowing you're up there
and I have to live on before
I see you again.
They keep watching
as I go through the mourning
and I keep ignoring
that it still hurts.
It's a bittersweet thing
to feel your presence
and not be angry about
the fact that you're gone.
They keep saying
how it's going to get better
and I keep uttering
that it's never gonna happen.
It's a bittersweet feeling
knowing that you're resting
and I'm being mad about
my ongoing life.
They keep seeing
as I suffer in the agony
and I keep repeating
that it's killing me.
It's a bittersweet thing
to feel your closeness
and not break down before
my family member's eyes.
. . .
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A/N: Ma olen Wattpadist tükk aega eemal olnud, aga ma loodan, et teil oli tore pühade- ja aastavahetuseaeg ja olete nüüd täis laetud ja valmis kõik müürid maha lööma. Mina igatahes olen. See luuletus on pereliikme kaotusest, seega on see väga isiklik, kuid ma tundsin, et kuna ma pole ammu postitanud, siis panen selle siia üles.
Muud mul väga midagi öelda polegi - olge edasi sama toredad!?
Näeme teiselpool piiri,
M.
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