Stages of Grief

It's like once she was gone, everything began to crumble.

Not just a slip, but tumbled into this grave.

Every time I tried to pull myself out or asked for that helping hand.

The harsh reality had the shovel and packed me in.

I feel like I shouldn't even bother to struggle anymore.

As I started to lose air, the darkness surrounding me and the lack of space to relax.

I began to drift further into this depression taking any chance I could think of " makes life feel like I was living."

Living in these few precious moments I could get; until my life had end.

I'd day dream; I'd fall in love with the ideal surface up above.

The unspoken truth and wonders I had yet to see or enjoy

To become friends with those so close to me.

Counted on my fingers, as I slowly ate them with hunger.

Losing them one by one...

As the hours, days and weeks had gone by

I could than finally say, I had found my bitter sweet end..