my body is here, but my spirit isn't. which is the opposite of you.
your body isn't here, but your spirit is.
how i wish, with everything,
that was not true.
no offense to your spirit, but i want your body back.
today the tears feel close again, knocking on the doors of my eyes,
climbing up my throat. i feel irritable with everyone around me
because they aren't you. i know it's unfair. and i don't care.
i keep thinking, i hate my life
and then i cover my mouth because
shouldn't someone losing her life too soon
make me love my life more?
i wasn't meant for this
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1 comment:
It's horribly unfair, isn't it? Why is it so hard to move on, knowing we have the ability when that person can't? It feels so much easier to stop moving, stop living.
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