Grief has torn
open the scars
of my childhood.
I confront demons
I never knew were there.
I’ve never known
what it feels like
to be loved or to be happy.
I struggle to connect
with those who don’t
speak the language of grief.
The world moves
too fast for the broken hearted,
too slow for the lonely,
creating and consuming,
leaving no place
to truly belong.
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