Grief
By HadassahDare
Sometimes it's so broken,
there are no pieces left to put it back
together.
The pain shattered it so completely, so violently,
that
nothing but a black vortex of guilt,
of sorrow,
of neverending
thoughts, reside there.
It spins, and it swallows, and it spits,
spits out all the bad, terrible things into your head,
where it
anchors itself so that EVERY SINGLE DAY
you can never stop thinking
about the fact that your
best friend took a shotgun to her head.
All the pieces, they are broken,
shattered, decimated, gone.
Nothing left, not there,
not anywhere.
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Copyright 2011 HadassahDare
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On Thursday, October 27, 2011, dwells
(4177) wrote:
Heart-felt, and what a burden for the living to bear sometimes, thanks.
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On Thursday, October 27, 2011, Devilish
(2633) wrote:
Hey sweety ... Long time no see.... My cousin Jesse took a 30yat6 to his head... I'm sorry for your loss... Kissess on her forehead from me...