I watch as the people I once knew Become the people I don't know anymore I miss them a so much Growing up is amazing and depressing That girl who was always happy is now sad That girl who was so innocent is now ruined That girl who was cracking jokes fell silent
That leads me to wonder. Did I change too? Do others notice a small silent change in me?
the word grief is reminiscent of gross, open mouthed sobbing of mucus swirling down your face, into your mouth of the angry red of bloodshot eyes and the drowning blue of sadness that stays