To whom it may concern,
In my journey of life,
I've been battling with grief,
In a war where no one is defeated.
When I was fourteen, Death took away my grandma.
When I was fifteen, my father followed my grandma to the Afterlife.
When I was seventeen, the person I admire bid farewell to this world-
The cause was suicide.
Grief engulfs me in a blanket of agony.
"Do not pity the dead."
"Pity the living."
I blame myself.
I blame the world.
I feel anxious as time passes by.
I'm falling into a bottomless pit.
Grief is life-long torment
Alone in the dark,
I'm haunted by past memories.
The pain is all I see.
I'm drowning in a sea of regret.
People tell me to come to my senses.
People tell me to get over it.
But "moving on" is nothing but a disillusioned myth.
For when it comes the loss of a loved one,
There is no such thing as moving on.
Because "grief is the price we pay for love."