This is not a fucking temporary problem. Stop telling me it is. My mother is never coming back to life, my grandfather is never coming back to life, and I am never going to remember my grandmother. I am never not going to be broken. I am never going to be held in my mom's arms again and I'm never going to remember what it feels like. I am never going to love myself. And I am never going hear "I'm sorry" and forgive you. I am never going to forget this feeling and I am never not going to want to die.
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Depressing Stuff
PoetryIn the title, mostly me just venting about life... I write all of these if it's not mine I'll say so *spelling corrections coming soon
