Grieving feels like being tangled up, suffocating, choking on your own emotions. It feels like a wave, a tsunami of unknown and uncertain. It feels like falling through space with nothing familiar to land on.
Death sucks. It hurts and it rips and it scars you. Right now, I know it seems as if there are no words that can fix this.
I don’t know where you’ve gone, but I hope that you’re okay. I hope you’re not in pain.
You can’t beat a demon with an acoustic guitar solo.
You listen to her voice mails a little less. You put away the photo albums, but you can’t bring yourself to throw out the yogurt she still had sitting in your fridge all those months ago.
So after we part one day in that place where lovers part, I won’t chase after your voice, trying to feel something that no longer exists
It was at this moment that I realized that I needed to take control of my life.
I feel you with me all of the time. When little things happen, I know it’s you right there next to me.
You see her for the first time in a while. Her eyes no longer brightened when they met with yours. This is when you lost her.