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My heart was buried with you that day I was left numb Holding the weight of the emptiness That space were you were not That space where joy had left I walked around on autopilot A faint outline of me Just visible on the surface With a burning, crippling pit inside I was beyond the muddy puddle I was face down At the bottom of the murky river Cold Stuck Surrounded by darkness Slowly sinking into the mud With the weight of my tears Like a fallen tree holding me down I was not trying to get up Because I had no strength to No will power No heart   If I never came back up I would only see you sooner And that Was the only comfort I could see And then You spoke to me Clear as day And you used that serious voice Only used for serious things And you said And I will never forget You said “Don’t you dare. Don’t you dare. There are good things to come.” And like a bolt of lightening Shot into my chest I pushed my head out of the water With a breath of life And you offered me back the empty jar that was my heart
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Oct 12, 2019
Oct 12, 2019 at 8:27 AM UTC
Empty
My heart was buried with you that day I was left numb Holding the weight of the emptiness That space were you were not That space where joy had left I walked around on autopilot A faint outline of me Just visible on the surface With a burning, crippling pit inside I was beyond the muddy puddle I was face down At the bottom of the murky river Cold Stuck Surrounded by darkness Slowly sinking into the mud With the weight of my tears Like a fallen tree holding me down I was not trying to get up Because I had no strength to No will power No heart   If I never came back up I would only see you sooner And that Was the only comfort I could see And then You spoke to me Clear as day And you used that serious voice Only used for serious things And you said And I will never forget You said “Don’t you dare. Don’t you dare. There are good things to come.” And like a bolt of lightening Shot into my chest I pushed my head out of the water With a breath of life And you offered me back the empty jar that was my heart
#grief#loss#bereavement#depression
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Abby3
34/F
Oct 12, 2019
Oct 12, 2019 at 8:27 AM UTC
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