Excuse Me, While I Grieve
In my own time and my own way
Excuse me while I grieve.
For all the time lost,
Negative pregnancy tests,
Missed opportunities,
Things that I could've had!
People who miss me,
Countries I've never visited,
And all of the memories, both good and bad.
Now, please, excuse me, while I grieve.
In my time, not yours!
About the Creator
Rain Dayze
Aspiring writer with a passion for spice, pets, and coffee. I've published through here before under a different name, but it's still me! I've got an alternative site for content: https://www.inkitt.com/angela5347
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If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
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Love this!! Grieving is so important! Laughter and tears, artwork, talking, and of course writing... all healing! I have been going through that much of your list too! 💙❤️💙