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I started hanging family pictures today with a song in my mind and happiness of heart

That feeling did not last long

I sat down slow, struggled to breathe surrounded by the feeling the everything is drowning me

how can I hang pictures that I only want to burn?

My family is torn apart permanently and here I am trying to figure out how to display a past that was fictional in reality

I am beyond exhausted trying to hold up my babies broken hearts while surrounding myself with memories that feel like shards

I take two steps forward only to be thrown six months back

I need my smile to be authentic I need my heart to be calm I’m not sure how to forget this pain and accept the death of that dream