Where She Knows It's not the same
When it's so festive and everyone's happy and talking about their loved ones I can't help not noticing the ache in my heart, the restless nights and the dark looming thoughts.
Yet somehow those dark thoughts aren't dark anymore, all is there are the good past memories.
The memories of when
She Smiled
Where her tiredness never showed
Her curly hair was beautifully flowing past her neck
Her age was just a number and not her
She made me smile just looking at her
I used to think that those presents under the tree represented how much your parents loved you, how hard they worked for you, how they wanted you to be happy. Yet as I grew and the presents shrunk I realized that wasn't it, maybe my parents did love me but they seem so distant now and so far out of range. Those presents weren't how much they loved me, it was their time and attention I always tried to cling to.
Less and less of their time was for us kids and it left a gaping hole in our hearts, so the holiday was the time we spent together, and even that become slim.
The reason I loved the season was because of her, we used to watch those sappy Christmas romance movies together. Now that is gone and I can't bring myself to watch them for long.
The holiday is yet again changing for me.
That's all for now thanks and goodbye beautifully cruel world.
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My Truth
SachbücherWhen I was 13 & 14 I wanted to Die When I was 15 I was Numb When I was 16 I felt Broken When I was 17 everything was out of reach When I was 18 I learned to move on When I was 19 I had to let go When I was 20 I finally felt free As A 21 year old I...
