The hardest part, for me, is that the grief hits out of nowhere and it’s like a dagger in my heart.
Oh, the emptiness I feel hits like a wave of darkness.
The anxiety leaves me sleepless.
I just wonder if it ever stops hurting.
Will my soul ever rest?
Have to keep going.
Have to keep breathing.
Have to believe there is more.
Grief comes like a thief in the night.
To steal my very soul.
