My tears burn
My heart aches
There's a hole inside I can't shake
I'm tired, broken
My world cut open
I can't breathe, can't sleep
My heart so loud you can hear it beat
My eyes a blur
Praying for you to stir
To open your eyes, say goodbye
Tell me everything will be okay
Hold me one last time
Stay with me in my thoughts and my dreams
We were always meant to be a team
You've stolen away a part of me
So hold on to it
And take me with you
Let me keep you safe
You can give it back to me one day.
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Simon George
I write poetry, fiction, and non-fiction. In 2021, I published my debut book "The Truth Behind The Smile" a self-help guide for your mental health based on my personal experience with depression. Go check it out.
IG: @AuthorSimonGeorge
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The exquisitely brutal pain of loss, beyond comprehension to any who have not already suffered it, an understanding we would never wish on any & would forestall for as long as we could, no matter how deeply we ourselves must bear the wound.