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."