Grief is such a complex experience

I assume I'm going through the anger stage
I don't know if I'm mad at you at me or both of us
I used to cry Everytime I seen a car that looked like yours and would look for you driving it Now
Whenever I see one I want to take a bat to it I wait for you to walk through the door everyday in the evenings but you never do so now I keep the door closed I'm mad that you were taken from me I'm mad you didn't fight harder I'm mad you broke your promise to always be here you were my person my fairytale my happy ending we were supposed to get married we were supposed to grow old together I'm mad you will not be here to see our children grow up I'm mad I didnt get the chance to say goodbye to tell you I love you touch or kiss you one last time I'm mad you don't visit me every night in my dreams I'm mad I have to sleep in this empty bed I'm mad that all I have is memories I'm mad at being mad I miss everything about you everything reminds me of you my scars will heal physically but my scars mentally and emotionally never will... Had to get that out