Staying Behind
A stream of conciousness poem
Where do supressed memories go
I must pry open the door
take a peek within
and just deal with it
I dont want to, I'm too fucking scared
that if I let myself remember then
the feelings wont....stop
ripping the bandaid off the wound that never closed
almost ten years
how the fuck did I live without you that long
i swear i thought i was going to drop dead with you
but the world didn't stop spinning
no matter how i SCREAMED at it to stop
to just stop
FUCKING STOP
how could it continue spinning
how could the universe not care
that you no longer existed on this plane
where i could see you
silly humans
romanticize everything
in the movies they alway say
"I'd die without you"
no you wont.
that's the worst fucking part
dying is easy, but staying behind
staying behind.....
staying behind is the true hell
and having to go on living
without you
my little brother
has been the hardest cross to bear
About the Creator
Daniela Alejandra
Life's a journey and I don't have map.
I long to create worlds like the ones I would read about under the blankets late at night.
Magical realism.
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Comments (1)
I'm so sorry for your loss 🥺 I felt this was when my cat passed away. I wanted the world to stop spinning but it just wouldn't. So devastating.