***Trigger Warning***
Grief and Mental/Emotional Health

The shame as I cry in my bed
Wishing that I was also dead
Because the ripping pain sears
Separation and the years
I have to go to see
You and I eternity
In some kind of heavenly realm
A kingdom where I see you again
And the nights I resist 
Just prove to me that you exist
Somewhere in some sphere of time
I can’t speak so I write and rhyme 
All the stuff I can’t resolve 
Is grief a problem to solve 
Or is it the proof that you were here 
A memory I hold dear 
And a cracked windowscreen that says 
You can count your numbered days