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Grief can torture and blind you. Blind you to the fact that we are not alone in our pain; in our loss.

Rolling to his back he looked to the sky in bitter askance, As to why he had never been given the chance to live.

Sometimes the only people that have seen the way out are the ones who needed it.

I will not drag you along with me down this road of pain and hardship. I must fix myself, by myself.

Tragedy does not always need to end in more pain. The memories are sweet, yet shadowed by loss. Maybe we will see those we love again, and I pray we will never have to let them go.

Sometimes we feel trapped, and sometimes we feel as though there is only one way out. Poem.

Everyone at one point or another struggle with depression or suicidal thoughts. Some hide it well enough that they manage to get through daily life and no one notices.

I saw her pain, her scars, and said nothing, too frozen by the force of my own pain to offer what relief I could to her's.

No matter how far I run, my past refuses to fall behind in the dust. My demons never leave me.