Grief,
It's a painful thing.
I do not remember a time without her.
She has been by my side for- well,
what feels like forever.

Maybe there was a time where she wasn't around.
I miss when she didn't drag me down.
Make me drown.

She has held my hand since your dying day.
I was too young to know better, so she grabbed my hand and took me over.

At first, I did not realize how dead she would make me feel inside, but now I've come to see that grief is just love with no place to be.

I love you; it's killing me.