Oct 15, 2014 19:29
I hurt inside.
Grief is like a physical ache.
Inside your chest
Your heart really hurts.
A stab
Like a wound
Except there's no blood
To show to the world.
Grief is grief
Its your own pain
No one else sees it the same,
Grief hurts;
So unbearably,
Except with no wound;
You can't bleed to death
And find sweet release.
therapy,
me,
thoughts,
checking out early :-p,
poem