Poem.1 (The grief) TW

The silence after waking up when you weren't supposed to,

The air hitting your face softly as you leave the house knowing 

you will not be returning,

The reflection in the mirror you wont claim as your own,

The pain that's eating you alive from the inside out,

The grief that's consuming your thoughts but yet, 

you cannot cry. 

The food that's rotting on the kitchen counter that you 

never touched,

The dirty clothes on the floor that you cannot bring yourself 

to pick up.

The school desk that you always fall asleep on,

The unread texts that your father sent you,

The dusty photos of you when you were just a little kid, oh what wouldn't

you do to just be ten years old again.

The other teens in the street beating you up, just so they feel powerful, 

The hours you spent trying to understand why you cannot fit in, 

The pictures you still have of your mother, oh how beautiful was she.