Hi! So, my aunt died over the weekend and I'm very heartbroken...
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I keep asking
why she is dead
and I'm here
breathing oxygen.
I keep asking
why she is cold
and I'm here
sitting in the fire.
I keep asking
why she is gone
and I'm here
stuck in this hell.
I keep asking
why she is silent
and I'm here
crying my heart out.
I just keep asking
why is she dead
and I'm here
breathing oxygen.
YOU ARE READING
Breathing in, breathing out
PoetryI could never find proper words To tell you how much I miss you And all the little things you had; First, the way you saw this world Through your sad ocean eyes. PS! In this collection, I touch on many serious topics like suicide, death, grief, trau...
