Do you think that I am over it, better than before?
Maybe I’ve forgotten, doesn’t hurt anymore?
Do you think I’m doing fine, no tears are shed each day?
Get up and just get going, the pain has all but gone away?
Do you think I’m coping, living life as you do?
If that’s what you imagine, you don’t have a single clue
I cope, I cry and I deny, I’ve learned how I must hide
Keep everything within me, bottled up deep down inside.
I can’t be who I was before, I’ve changed I’m someone new
It happens when you have a loss. You would be different too
I’m so miserable each day, too tired to explain
No, I’m not over it or better
Simply put - I’m not the same.
Dear @Alone1
I’ve only just seen this.
I love it. Thank you.
After 2 and a half years I’m certain this is what almost everyone assumes.
And even those who ‘get me’ most, still want to assume/hope that at least some of the time I’m ‘0kay’ ‘better’ ‘edging forward’
I’m not. I’m different. I’m broken. I’m stuck in grief. I’ll only be okay again the day I don’t have human capacity to have any feelings.
I love your poem because it validates so perfectly exactly how I ,and so many of us feel.
Thank you. I’m going to print it out.
Just about to paint that fake smile on my face, go to work, and fool everyone…
Love , hugs and strength to you for another day to get through
