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Jelle Lerutte May 2016
People have no idea
of the sadness within me
The saddest part is not the missing
but the lack of missing.
My world upside down
only 9 years old.
I have no clue how I survived.
And now it hits me.
Only 3 years younger than you
when you left us.
It has been 17 years since that day.
And now it hits me.
The chances of me getting older,
older than you ever were.
It hits me like a brick now and then.
In 3 years time alot can change
but for now i'm fine again.
I'll tell you all about it
When I see you again dad.
Today it hit me that I am almost as old as my dad was when he died.
Cynthia Jean May 2016
Windshield wipers
slappin' time
Grandpa drivin'
Grandma singin'...

Goin' home from my
weekly Wednesday visit

after my mama died...

only   allowed
one day a week
with Grandma
my mama's mama...

Always a stop
at the store
for one more
Golden book
and a roll of Lifesavers
on the way home...

and I remember
my  tears
going back  to a place
that did not feel
like home
and Grandma singin'
"You are my sunshine
my only sunshine".

My tears are fallin'
now
with the memory
of her voice
and the sight and sound
of the rain...

Grandpa drivin'
and Grandma singin'....
and those windshield wipers
they were slappin' time...

cj 2016
my mother died when i was two
I'm bleeding out, like ink on paper
My heart stopped beating, my chest is an empty crater
Today I died again, just like I did yesterday and the day before
But I've stopped minding, I'm too numb to feel sore

Later when I'm done ruining the sheets, and I'll have nothing more left to bleed
I'll turn my head, and find they've been bleached
And now, you can't see the red stains, or smell death in the stitches
Quick, before the lights turn on, change the scene, flick the switches

Let's make me the mastermind behind my own death
Let's play that game where you knock out my breath
We've been playing for so long, I've gotten used to dying
But recently it hasn't been much fun, when I'm the only one left crying
Jack Jenkins May 2016
Why does my heart keep beating?                                    
**                                          It died long ago...
Aoife Apr 2016
the home
we once lived in
with wardrobes in shambles
and drawers with clutter
is now empty.

i packed everyone's bags,
gathered the last pushpins
from the wall in the kitchen,
and went on with my life.

i made sure to grab
the books we'd hidden in the attic
as well as the photo album
you'd stashed under the floorboards.

i opened the curtains
and then swept the floors.
i made our bed for the last time
and collected the closings
of the dust on the mantelpiece
that nobody ever cleaned.

i got two extra boxes
for all of the medication unfinished.
i marked them "fragile", for they were glass capsules
containing the substance needed to keep my daughter alive.
but her illness didn't **** her.

i was well aware of the dog's bed,
and it found a place
in the passenger seat of my suv.
his quiet whimpers and cries
were all i heard that evening
as i drove away from what once was my life.

when i finally got to my feet again,
i returned to making dinner for myself.
i only knew how to cook for seven,
and i found tranquility in washing things in sevens.
now i made food for one
and washed for one.

i accidentally brewed two coffees this morning,
in hopes you were still here to take it
and laugh at me for making it too strong,
but you're not.
i awoke at noon the day before and sobbed,
for i was used to being awoken by child's laughter
and small bodies climbing into our bed.

tomorrow, i will bring your briefcase to work
and leave it on your desk.
i'll collect it when i go to leave
and frown at the fact you never opened it.
i'll dispatch you three times in the field,
but you won't respond.

i used to see our wedding day,
but now i see your funeral.
i used to see our children's births;
but i've gotten used to their bodies in morgues.

your physical features
become the trauma described during your autopsies,
and our family photos
became the ones used in the funeral program.

the home
we once lived in
with wardrobes in shambles
and drawers with clutter
is now a house;

a house with things
that even i can't pack away.
• this is based loosely on a story i am currently working on. my fanfiction is https://www.fanfiction.net/~hotchnerjareau , so check it to keep up with my works!
Echoes Of A Mind Mar 2016
There is nothing left of you
I can see it in your eyes
Every single time
It's a fact I can't denie
The person who I thought I knew
He is gone, he died
Now you're just a stranger
Walking around with his eyes...

I lose my ground
When we're standing face to face
'Cause the person who I thought I saw
Is no longer living
He's buried in my memories
So deep that it can't be counted in feet
And I'll keep burying the memories
Until they aren't hurting me...

The boy I meet had the key
To unlock all the love trapped in me
But then you left me in pieces
Now I'm burning all the bridges
But I can't stop the tears I cry
When I think about that guy...

I got burned,
But I learned,
Now I see
That you were never real
I see nothing in your eyes
And the more I see, the less I like...

This should have been over soon
But you keep pouring salt into the wound
Every time that you come around
The pain, it blooms
The boy I loved, he died
Now I'm asking myself, Why
I'm wasting time on this unknown guy
Who only knows how to make me cry...

The hardest ones to love
Is the ones that need it the most
I'll have to remember to tell this
To the next person that I will love
'Cause I am a person
With a thousand old scars on my soul
And some of these wounds
Have just been reopened...

Could have tried to let me be
Now will you please just set me free?
So that I
Can stop hurting
Because of the memory
Which you have buried
Deep inside of me...

Though I burn another page
And though that I look the other way
Then there's still scars left on me
Why couldn't you just let me be?
I guess it's no use
Since I'm born to lose
I'm ******* up every little thing
Which I ever tried to do...

All the lies have made me colder
And the passing days have made me older
Sometimes I don't want to see your face
'Cause I can't look at you the same
The friend who died, is still on my mind
But I try to delete him, all of the time...

Don't know who you are
Don't know who you were
I don't really care
I just want to stop shedding tears
Over the guy who died
Or was he even alive?
So please leave me alone
I want the memory to be gone...

The boy I meet had the key
To unlock all the love trapped in me
But then you left me in pieces
Now I'm burning all the bridges
The person who I thought I knew
He is gone, he died
Now you're just a stranger
Walking around with his eyes...
I want to move on with my life...
Echoes Of A Mind Mar 2016
I died
But only for some days
Then I came back to life
And made the choice
To change...

I'll remove everything
Which makes me feel
Like someone is stabbing
My heart...

I'll delete the memories
And the thoughts
Which pulls
Me down...

I won't bother about it
Anymore...
I won't worry about him
Either...

I won't let this heartbreak
Tear me apart
I'll just delete the me
Who was in love
With him...

I will go back
To who I was before
But I'll never be the same
'Cause I've learned so much
That I have changed...

But I won't worry 'bout him
Won't think about him
When I'm in school
I'll go back
To focus on my homework
And the class...

I'll patch my heart together
Lots of fishes in the sea
As my mom says
But pearls are hard to find...

I've gotten stronger
I've learned new things
About friendship
'Cause friends really are there
When you need them...

I found out
That I had a thing for
Machiavelli's politics
And that I'm actually more punk
Than even I
Would believe...

I discovered
So much about myself
These last couple of months
Crying about that
I can not...

So though I might be hurt
I'm still a little grateful
'Cause I have learned so much
From a person
Who I no longer
Know...

Simple plan once sang
"Don't wanna be told
To grow up,
'Cause I'm not gonna change
I just wanna have fun"
I've always lived my life
After these lines...

But even I have to realise
That staying true to those words
Is a harder task than I
Ever would have thought...

Because I don't know
Where life it'll lead me
'Cause some things in life
Will affect me...

So yeah, I might not want
To grow up
But neither am I
Peter Pan
I can't travel to Neverland
I'll age physically...

So one day
I'll grow up,
But that doesn't mean
That the time is now
'Cause I'm still young...

So yeah, I died
But I rebuilt myself
Now I've changed
Due to things
Which I've learned

I died,
But now I've
Returned...
Finding oneself after a heartbreak...
timeless Mar 2016
A man born,
  Struggled
        and
Then died .
Story,man,died,struggle
Pauline Morris Mar 2016
If I've sparked your interest
And you wonder why I'm diffrent
I won't let you wonder in vain
Let me take just a minute to explain

I've been shadow kissed
This fact can not be dismissed
I've passed through death's door, and returned again
Now the spirit in this skin is hard to contain
It's left a mark on my soul that is so plain

That's why I don't wear a mask
I'm not afraid of the feelings that I in bask
I lay it all out, my anger, my sorrow, my hopes, and my anguish
And in silence I no longer wanted to languish

The day I died my tiny world shook
And now I'm an open book
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