Pain
You lie awake in bed with your eyes swollen from the tears and the pain
Wondering why you deserve to hurt
You play back scenes in your head thinking , " Was it all fake!"
The smiles, the love, the times we laid together in bed, talking about children, and houses by the lake
You close your eyes and tears fall down your face and you cry to God , " Please, please make it all go away!"
Philipos
Mon 25th May 2020 18:03
Am sure we have all been there in one way and another, only time heals if it ever does - bad memories never help our equilibrium - so we have to climb the stairs of hope. Not sure that will helps if that isn't you - I suppose there would be no blues music if we didn't learn to cope - counsellors might have some answers to this conundrum. Compelling read BTW. Take care. P.