Holding On

Sheโ€™s gone

I lay in my room all the time,

Waiting for her to come back.

But she wonโ€™t.

And I know it,

Somewhere deep inside

I only leave my room to eat.

I sob in bed, hugging her finger-knitted blankie.

Her little butterfly garden dies without care.

I hate that I let her down again.

Then again, what care do I have to give?

All of it belonged to her

Its not fair.

Why would the most kind,


Sweet little girl in the world

Deserve this?

She was 9.

Vines grow on the house.

Some break through the windows.

The ground is now green,


And flowers.

I punched a hole in the wall.

I punched myself.

Sunlight leaks through

The broken roof.

I think a tree fell on it last year.

I walked into her room for the first time

In years.





I felt her presence in the room.

I could hear her laughter in the walls.

But she wasnโ€™t there

And never would be.

But Iโ€™m still holding on.


Sorry I havenโ€™t written in a while, I needed to deal with my life ๐Ÿ˜“๐Ÿฅฒ

๐Ÿ’›โœจโœจ Love Yโ€™all! โœจโœจ๐Ÿ’›

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