I cannot say, and I will not say
That he is dead. He is just away.
With a cheery smile, and a wave of the hand,
He has wandered into an unknown land
And left us dreaming how very fair
It needs must be, since he still lingers in my soul
Think of him still as the same. I say,
He is not dead—he is just away.
People in the real world always say, when something terrible happens, that the sadness and loss and aching pain of the heart will “lessen as time passes,” but it isn’t true. Sorrow and loss are constant, I have tried to forget him but I can't he's still there 😭😭but if we all had to go through our whole lives carrying them the whole time, we wouldn’t be able to stand it. The sadness would paralyze us. So in the end we just pack it into bags and find somewhere to leave it.Time doesn’t heal all wounds. We both know that’s bullshit; it comes from people who have nothing comforting or original to say. I remember when he died in my arms I couldn't do anything, I kept on blaming myself for his death all things soft and beautiful and bright was buried with him.
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory with you no one can steal.
Whoever said that loss gets easier with time was a liar. Here's what really happens: The spaces between the times you miss them grow longer. Then, when you do remember to miss them again, it's still with a stabbing pain to the heart that you couldn't save them. And you have guilt. Guilt because it's been too long since you missed them last.
I love you every day before you were born even after you were born and now I will miss you every day, I just can't stand it knowing fully well that your birthday just passed 😭😭 it hurts. I really can't forget you it's hard
#death
© Zamsi