Omnipresent

It has gotten easier

To get out of bed

But life without him

Has not

For there is little relief

From the pain of grief

And that is now my lot


Options

I am amazed, yet again, that I’ve found the courage to get out of bed.

You have no idea how hard it is.

This sustained internal struggle.

The conscious effort required to motivate myself to move.

The strength of belief needed to convince my anxious brain that we can get through the day unscathed.

It’s exhausting.

If only I could return to the naivety of the past.

Travel back to a time when sadness was mere affectation.

Where melancholy was a comforting friend.

And death wasn’t such a viable option.

(Originally Posted 27.06.2019)

Come Time

I spend less time by the river

Nowadays

It’s not my preferred option

Anyways


Drowning

The girl in the river,

She never thought she would be.

The girl in the river,

She didn’t want you to see.

The girl in the river,

She just wanted to be free.

The girl in the river,

She is me.

(Originally Posted 06.04.2019)

All Rights Reserved

Tomorrow didn’t come

Back then

Which I’m sure

Made some people happy

But it’s still an option

That I keep in mind

For when life, once again,

Turns crappy


The Bridge

Today, I choose not to jump.

Tomorrow, who knows.

I am already on the edge…

(Originally Posted 09.03.19)

The Choice

Nobody knows
that pain
more than me

If only there
was a way to
make you see

If you could
just set
yourself free

How much
happier
you would be

Back Home

If only
I had
stayed
here

I’d have
known
what it
was like

To
live a
life of
happiness

Instead
of one
so full
of spite

Options

I am amazed, yet again, that I’ve found the courage to get out of bed.

You have no idea how hard it is.

This sustained internal struggle.

The conscious effort required to motivate myself to move.

The strength of belief needed to convince my anxious brain that we can get through the day unscathed.

It’s exhausting.

If only I could return to the naivety of the past.

Travel back to a time when sadness was mere affectation.

Where melancholy was a comforting friend.

And death wasn’t such a viable option.

Up ↑