poem... kinda
its more than just tears
its more than a feeling in the back of your head
its more than loneliness
its more than being scared
its way more.
its sobs in the middle of the nights
its hyperventilating because you cant catch your breath
its curling up and crying like a baby
its crying for the only person who wont come back
its the ever present feeling
its the thought on your mind 24/7
its what keeps you up at night
its what rocks your world
its having more than an emptiness
its having a huge void that nothing helps.
nothing.
its being isolated,consumed by your own thoughts
its alone, its permanent
its the voice saying you will never see her again
its the fact that you wont.
its living the rest of your life without her
its trying to figure out how to grow up without her.
its the death of the one person that will ever mean something to you
its the death of your hero, your mentor and your best friend
its the death of your carefree self
its the death of my mother.