”I know how you feel”
No you don’t.
You don’t.
Yeah sure
Losing a grandparent hurts
Losing a pet shatters something.
I’m not saying it doesn’t.
But I lost my mother.
My mom.
The person who made me,
named me. The one who knew my voice before I did.
I was fourteen.
Fourteen and suddenly the world opened a hole in my heart.
A hole nothing can fill.
So don’t line up your grief next to mine.
Like they weight the same.
Don’t compare a goodbye you were prepared for
To a sentence I was never agreed upon.
Don’t tell me about your ******* dog,
When I’m speaking of the women who made me.
Who was supposed to watch me grown up.
This isn’t a competition,
But it isn’t the same **** thing either.
So if you don’t understand,
It’s fine.
Just don’t pretend you do.
Dec 23, 2025
Dec 23, 2025 at 10:05 AM UTC
”I know how you feel”
No you don’t.
You don’t.
Yeah sure
Losing a grandparent hurts
Losing a pet shatters something.
I’m not saying it doesn’t.
But I lost my mother.
My mom.
The person who made me,
named me. The one who knew my voice before I did.
I was fourteen.
Fourteen and suddenly the world opened a hole in my heart.
A hole nothing can fill.
So don’t line up your grief next to mine.
Like they weight the same.
Don’t compare a goodbye you were prepared for
To a sentence I was never agreed upon.
Don’t tell me about your ******* dog,
When I’m speaking of the women who made me.
Who was supposed to watch me grown up.
This isn’t a competition,
But it isn’t the same **** thing either.
So if you don’t understand,
It’s fine.
Just don’t pretend you do.
This is an angry rant. Grief is grief and I know we shouldn’t compare nor undermined others.
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