The Anniversary of Death

“Nothing hurts more than meaning nothing to the person who means everything to you.” - Unknown.

It’s been a year.

Since I’ve died.

That’s right. Dead.

It’s been a year.

Since my soul has not functioned.

My body still moves, my mind still works.

My lips still smile.

But deep down, there’s only…

Emptiness.

It’s been a year…

even looking up at the blue sky hurts.

As all I see are visions of you.

Brimmed with so many confusions,

I can only speak in silence.

The pain is so real.

The hurt I feel could never be imagined.

It’s been a year.

Trying to destroy what has taken me over.

And I’ve failed, again… and again…

So I end up dead.

For a year.

You probably can’t tell.

You’re probably moving on.

Oh wait… you are moving on.

I know that for sure.

But I can’t.

I know you can’t tell.

But I can’t move on.

(yet?)

I still hope, you’d find me again.

Or at least stumble across again.

Stumble across me and my emptiness.

Before I drift too far.

And fades out. Forever.

Happy fuckin’ anniversary!