Someday, I may start moving on. I know that's what you'd want. But I need you to hear me when I say "I ain't going nowhere." I may grieve, but I'll never let the memories leave. I'll never let the music die. And when times get tough, I'll never forget I have an angel on my side
There's room to live. There's room to love. There's room to hate. There's room to forgive. There's room to change. There's room to grow. There's room to breathe. There's room to believe. There's room to grieve. There's room to run. There's room to have fun. There's room for everything And everyone. You just have to make it.
WISH She could live again, fixating, in the air seeing her face on the front page of the mind space. A soul whereth cometh the poet's hearth. You ever wished for a dearest lost dead to relive again? Grieved, in-on the heart, severe pain. She never dies. Pondered hard how mother had to die and offspring breathing, she never dies she dwell in-on us replacing herself. 🍏 Wish she should live again. REST IN PARADISE MOTHER. #c9_fm
Them flashing lights give you that PTSD vibe, Many lives lost at a young age, Every time the phone rings it gives mama the chills, That late night knock at the door, You never know what to expect, When you're use to losing someone, Everything becomes real for you.
Identifying the body of a lost one is never easy, You never wanna face the lost of a loved one, You have to face the truth, Don't hide behind the what IFS or lies.
When you're hurting don't silence your cries, Cry out loud and grieve the ones you lost, No one can begin to understand your pain, Life will never be the same, You'll forever be changed.
LOSING A LOVED ONE WILL EVER BE EASY. NOBODY CAN UNDERSTAND YOUR PAIN.
inconsolably empty a glass half full my life left dull the failure to grasp, the loss of your touch as if to my demise I sometimes long to choke a little longer than I breathe forget I have a throat that allows me to speak for every word wish spoken can only come from your lips to speak no words and listen to those unspoken maybe I should trust the hallucinations call it a living nightmare remembering only our fantasy it's like the anguish of misplacement recovery without finding the resolution to what you cant find and what you never meant to lose one out of two the number of wounded, I shall speak to the sky and hope you hear me as holistic as the moon