The Bench
Sitting alone
On a bench that's made for two,
Only one side is empty,
For that place is meant for you.
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Sitting alone
On a bench that's made for two,
Only one side is empty,
For that place is meant for you.
The experience in this poem is exactly the experience I had two weeks ago.
My darling, my girl,
Why are you so sad?
Why can't you see that life is not all bad?
You're my angel.
Sometimes we just feel lost. Even though people are there, nothing helps stop that pain, that sadness eating away at our hearts. I almost lost myself to suicide, and if it weren't for my...
When you remember me,
Please do not weep.
My body may not be there.
It has chosen to sleep.
I lost my dad not long ago (May 24, 2016). My dad wasn't there growing up, and I dreamed of the day I was old enough to look for him. My dream came true 6 years ago. My dad came back into my...
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