Stop.
Do not tell me that "it will all be okay!"
Because it won't.
It has been a year now;
The emptiness inside of my heart is still screaming.
It's quieter some days,
It's louder others.
It's loud tonight.
Grief
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Angry.
It shouts at me,
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Silence, and the pain it holds.
There is a reason I am afraid of phone calls and late-night texts.
It is a reason drenched in the tears of a million too-young kids,
And the blood of the people they trusted to stay.
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