Lost
Losing someone is always hard,
You sometimes feel like nothing will ever be the same.
You go to bed at nights
and cry…
Wake up and cry again.
Living is now,
just living.
Dying is now…
getting to live with you.
Nothing is where everyone
said it would be.
I’m at the brink of obliteration,
Life is not suppose to be
this hard.
Copyright © Merisha Beckles | Year Posted 2009
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