You forget.
You forget things
when you're truly sad.
Not the toaster on or the door unlocked,
Not the name of your ex,
Or the name of that guy you met last week.
Instead,
You forget deeply.
You forget how your dog looks at you,
And how much love he deserves.
How your mum's journey was harder than yours,
and how your brothers were too young
to be treated so old.
You forget,
How your dad is aging 10 years
in the span of 1,
And how you've not been loving
who you need to.
You forget
almost everything,
because you're trying...
really trying,
just to stay alive.
And if you're (un?)lucky enough
to crawl away from the pits
of depression...
You suddenly remember.
It SLAPS you in the face
when you're left alone with your thoughts.
"How could I be so selfish?"
"How?"
"HOW?"
The guilt,
The guilt.
The guilt of forgetting how to care for others,
Of leaving so much destruction in your wake
Is
almost,
Just...
almost,
Enough to make you
Forget.
Apr 9, 2019
Apr 9, 2019 at 4:03 PM UTC
You forget.
You forget things
when you're truly sad.
Not the toaster on or the door unlocked,
Not the name of your ex,
Or the name of that guy you met last week.
Instead,
You forget deeply.
You forget how your dog looks at you,
And how much love he deserves.
How your mum's journey was harder than yours,
and how your brothers were too young
to be treated so old.
You forget,
How your dad is aging 10 years
in the span of 1,
And how you've not been loving
who you need to.
You forget
almost everything,
because you're trying...
really trying,
just to stay alive.
And if you're (un?)lucky enough
to crawl away from the pits
of depression...
You suddenly remember.
It SLAPS you in the face
when you're left alone with your thoughts.
"How could I be so selfish?"
"How?"
"HOW?"
The guilt,
The guilt.
The guilt of forgetting how to care for others,
Of leaving so much destruction in your wake
Is
almost,
Just...
almost,
Enough to make you
Forget.
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