I will never claim to be a poet but every once in a while, words come to me. Overall, I am doing well, but life just doesn't feel right a lot of the time. And that's what this poem is about. How great life is but it's so hard to enjoy sometimes.
Grief
I'm alive but I'm not really living
I'm living but I don't have a life
I laugh but there's no laughter
I hear songs but there's no music
I eat but there's no taste
I achieve but there's no satisfaction
When I'm with friends, I am still alone
I feel my heart beating but I know it's not really there
It went with him
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