Lucky I can swim as otherwise I'd drown. Why do I let myself carry the weight of others? Why do I try and do it all? It's okay to not be strong. It doesn't mean I am weak.
By Sharon Davidson6 years ago in Poets
Stages of grief.....what a load of shite. They are here, then they are gone. You cry, you sob, get used to your changed life, and you cry and sob some more.
Saying goodbye is hard. No one tells you how hard it can be. Whether it's farewell to someone not here or goodbye to someone who is, it all feels like pain.
You knocked on the door. I pretended I wasnae in. Sorry about that. You rang me and text me I said I didnae hear it. I lied.