You're not here, and I feel numb.
It's strange and foreign.
That day, it felt so surreal,
I feel as if I'll just wake up and
you'll be there.
Am I crazy for believing
what the doctors said?
That you'd come home.
That we'd play our famous duets again.
That we'd drink coffee and watch baseball again.
Why does it hurt?
Why can't I keep
living?
Why did you leave?
WHY!?
I'm alone now-
empty inside.
I can't eat,
can't sleep.
Crying is easy now-
that you've gone.
I'm scared-
lost in my mind.
You're now here
to pull me out.
I'm drowning in my
sorrow.
This life is insufferable
without my best friend.
I try to smile, try to
be happy, but I just
feel guilty.
It's still surreal,
still fresh.
I don't want to believe you're gone
but I know it now.
I can't move on, and I can't go back.
So I'm stuck here, living in the
past.
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My Thoughts
PoetryA collection of short stories and poems through the years. Just some random thoughts and ideas thrown in there.
