Dearest grief,
I will try my level best not to hurt your feelings
I am not even sure they exist but nonetheless
You've hurt mine

You are the thing one's supposed to go through so it gets better
But it seems I've been lied to by you
I lie to myself everyday
I tell myself I am in control but with every step I am scared to experience you again

I don't want that same feeling again
You take away my voice
You take away my sanity
Take away my will to love
My will to live why?

If I live I would have to die
If I love I would with have to greive over them or they would greive over me
It's such irony you build a love
You build a life
You'll lose your love
You'll lose your life

You made me frightened of life
But you also made me less of a human
I became so isolated
You taught me that feeling isn't allowed
And I was perfectly fine with it because burning my insides
Was less painful than vomiting these poisonous gases

Destroying me and my heart
So I'll swallow this poison one more time
and ask you if you have enough mercy to let me die
Please don't grieve for me

Best regards, the one left behind

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