denial: you tell yourself they just needed a break a vacation for the day until a vacation turns into a week and a week to a month then you realize all the questions you have are left wrapped in cellophane
anger: your presence to me was as calm as the sea until i remembered every promise you ever made and then suddenly i become the sea and these waters are no longer soothing to me but are now a violent whirlpool where all my emotions end up in the middle of
bargaining: this is where my “what ifs” come into play and how my “what ifs” create a fake imagination to where it is now a fake escape from any kind of pain until i can adjust to what my reality is now set up to be
depression: these black out curtains still aren’t dark enough for me i can still see your face sitting in every picture frame on my walls with your smile hanging there picture perfectly
acceptance: this is the final stage now i finally feel alive and free the sun is no longer my enemy but is now a friend to me to remind me everyday that i am alive and okay i am now content with this being my reality
break those picture frames, seeing the shattered glass will help make you feel better