It’s not the memories you left with, or the feeling of hopelessness, neither the absence you’re faced with daily- hourly or every single fucking second, nor the emptiness.
It’s the plans, how all of a sudden you’re just left with these– all these goddam wistful plans that’ll result in nothing.
Plans you one day made together become mere thoughts in your head– a part of your imagination that no one will ever come to know, but you. How all of a sudden “one days” become “what ifs.”
How life for everyone else continues and yours just pauses… it stops & for long while you left feeling heartsore, purposeless– helpless.
& while everyone continues with their lives you fixed being bitter & angry because they’re able to do just that– ‘continue’ while everything in your life disintegrates time & time again. & how every single time you can do absolutely nothing about it, not a fucking thing but plan on- figure out how you’re going to crawl your way out of yet another tragedy in this shitty thing I- we have come to know as Life.
F*cked up isn’t it?