I just wrote this and would like to share,
The flinch of the eye
A drop of a tear
The relief of knowing death could be near.
I wish I could change the past and have the time again, things could have very been different and easier to comprehend.
Each day is a battle and every breath a fight and the only partial relief comes when sleeping during the night.
Even then, memories come flooding back as a constant reminder of our wonderful past.
I really try to live life for me but feel like an empty shell washed ashore.
The void inside is so difficult to hide.
I often cry myself to sleep just wishing my loved ones were with me.
The right side of the bed remains empty and cold and all I need is my husband and son to hold.
I do not believe that time will heal as it has now been 4 years and the pain is so ever real.
On top of grief came additional loss, the loss of our son into care followed by an unknown future of unhappiness and despair.
I am in that space between life and death which is not a nice place to be.
I have no energy to fight and just want to be free.
Free from the sadness and depression within, that drains every inch of hope preventing happiness to begin.
I wish I could be in a better place but I just struggle through each day.
They say that life goes on but this is not the way.
I am very tired now with mental and emotional exhaustion taking it's toll leading me to believe that it's time to join my husband in our 6 foot hole!
Thanks for reading xx
The flinch of the eye
A drop of a tear
The relief of knowing death could be near.
I wish I could change the past and have the time again, things could have very been different and easier to comprehend.
Each day is a battle and every breath a fight and the only partial relief comes when sleeping during the night.
Even then, memories come flooding back as a constant reminder of our wonderful past.
I really try to live life for me but feel like an empty shell washed ashore.
The void inside is so difficult to hide.
I often cry myself to sleep just wishing my loved ones were with me.
The right side of the bed remains empty and cold and all I need is my husband and son to hold.
I do not believe that time will heal as it has now been 4 years and the pain is so ever real.
On top of grief came additional loss, the loss of our son into care followed by an unknown future of unhappiness and despair.
I am in that space between life and death which is not a nice place to be.
I have no energy to fight and just want to be free.
Free from the sadness and depression within, that drains every inch of hope preventing happiness to begin.
I wish I could be in a better place but I just struggle through each day.
They say that life goes on but this is not the way.
I am very tired now with mental and emotional exhaustion taking it's toll leading me to believe that it's time to join my husband in our 6 foot hole!
Thanks for reading xx
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