Every Friday
Feels like the beginning
Like the stitches have been ripped out
and the skin pulled back
leaving the raw flesh
to burn in the fresh air
Every phone call from family
sends me back into shock
wondering who it is this time
that we've lost
Waking up,
feeling alive.
Knowing that
I have survived.
And the pain of that knowledge
rots me from the inside
When you left this world
you took a piece of all of us.
Never again
shall we feel complete.
Whole.
We struggle.
Wandering in the darkness
Running from the invisible monsters
that haunt our very dreams
We hope
for a better tomorrow.
No.
To see the other side.
To escape this world.
The only pain worse than losing,
is the pain of knowing
the greatness of what
you have lost.
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