I'm finding I'm seeing you
still hating you, loving you
and years have gone by
since you died
they say grief is a tide
like ebbing and flowing
a process
a path of continual growing
well, it's fucked me up more
than I've ever been fucked
I thought when you died
I'd be free
but...that's just not gonna be
I'm seeing myself in you
and hating me for it
thrashing against tides
and fighting off love
alone in a world full of people
on these days
darkness is my
only fantasy left
depression rolls in
a thick gray miasma
a funk that aint funky
blue....but not like the sky
you were my age
slumped on the kitchen floor
I feel your pain now
but I didn't before
( and I'm sorry)
so, how do we get through this?
you had your religion
your shot gun of words
a tongue that was barbed
and a pot that you stirred
I have my stars
and a heart with some hope
an armor of stones
but it's like living on a fucking tightrope
I'm learning it wasn't just
your death that brought me here
but the one thing we share
that's the same
......dna
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