Honestly, it never gets better.
I just know, it becomes easier.
It’s shitty. Super shitty for a bit.
The weight on your chest get’s heavier.
The pit of your stomach kills from emotional guilt.
Your heart beat seems irregular.
All I can tell you is that it’ll be okay.
Okay doesn’t sound believable right now
their absence feels like death
but you know they’re alive and that’s the worst part.
That’s what kills you at 2 am when you can’t sleep.
Eventually, sleep comes.
Eventually, the pain subsides and you’ll move on with time.
Honestly, it never gets better.
I just know, it becomes easier.
J. Saunders
