Grief

They say it gets better
But they’re wrong
Or maybe they lie
I don’t know
But it doesn’t get better
Just familiar.

You never get use to it
The tears never stop
But you learn how to hide them.
You get use to the emptiness.

You think that one day
You’ll wake up whole
With a smile
And it won’t hurt.

You beg for that day
But it never comes
So you learn to burry it.

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