The Weight of Absence

I cannot take this life anymore.

It is too painful.

It hurts when the air enters my lungs.

It hurts to hold it inside me,

and to release it too.

It hurts to wake up every morning

and remember that you don’t exist here

to hold me when the pain is too strong.

I can’t hold myself together any longer.

I’m not strong enough without you.

Suicide leaves a mark that carries through many lives ahead,

a hole in the family for generations to come.

Nobody can heal that kind of wound.

Yet, it makes me follow the same path as you.

It makes me think that somehow,

it would let me meet you down the road too.

On those days when the pain is too strong,

that’s all I can think of as a remedy to end it all.

But deep down, I feel I have a different path to follow,

a bigger destiny to reach.

Maybe I’m just overreaching, dreaming too high,

but I feel destined for greater things.