Feeling the pull from within 🖤
To retreat into my shell.
Bile rising in my stomach at the thought of never seeing her sweet toothless smile in the morning again.
When I lost my mom, I poured out. When I lost my dad, I buried it somewhere and not sure I will ever resurrect it.
Losing her, I don't want to feel the harshness of the world. I want the chance to be tender without the world laughing at me.
Bile rising in my stomach at the thought of never seeing her sweet toothless smile in the morning again.
When I lost my mom, I poured out. When I lost my dad, I buried it somewhere and not sure I will ever resurrect it.
Losing her, I don't want to feel the harshness of the world. I want the chance to be tender without the world laughing at me.




