Hello? Can you hear me? I’m down here... 6 feet under... Not where I’m suppose to be You come and visit me Everyday I hear you constantly pray To talk to me again Hold my hand Hug me tight Well I’m right here I hear everything you say I cry with you I laugh with you I pray with you I am always with you Even from 6 feet under I AM HERE I pray myself To heal your pain Dry your eyes Help you move on Don’t forget me You know where I am Always in your heart Forever your friend I will continue to grow old with you Until we meet again When we walk together in the sky Holding each others hands For now I stay 6 feet underground Loving you Praying with you Hearing your voice As I lay in silence 6 feet underground...
Wrote this from the perspective of a person who has passed away and what they see and feel everyday....
"If you truly love them, let them go" But what about me? I did the right thing Yet here I am, hurting and crying Wondering when it will stop They say that time heals all wounds But so much time has passed And the wounds are still there I did the right thing But I am punished for it I let them go so they can be happy But they left the pain with me
im looking for a fighter... im looking for someone to say love you too because ive been alone too long now.. and my pain only grows stronger and my love grows longer
this is what it feels like to be single and looking
it’s here to wreck what took you years to rebuild.
Let it knock. Let it wait. Let it rot.
Just don’t forget: some doors are better sealed forever.
This piece is a reminder that not every return deserves a welcome. The past, especially the parts you’ve outgrown, often carries the power to unravel healing. Strength lies not in revisiting, but in refusing to regress.
No, not every poem needs to bloom with romance to make a heart grow full and wise; There is poetry found in survival, in unhappy endings and goodbyes. Not every poem must woo the reader, or make their yearning soar, some poems taste like bitter coffee grounds and nothing much like love.