I found out
over
and over again
Like a reoccurring dream
or rather,
nightmare.
My legs going limp
under the weight
of my own body.
My mind going blank
because the news
is too much to bear.
"I never knew
that grief
felt so much
like fear."
And I am terrified.
Scared half to death
that in your passing
my whole world
will crumble too.
Scared half to death
that the pain
will be too much
for my parents
that the guilt
of past regrets
will eat me alive
that the grief
will consume me
Because it's supposed to get easier with time
So why am I stuck
standing still?
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