When I died that day, I didn’t die. I broke many parts but I survived. All of me didn’t live either. I carried the dead weight of grief with me for years. That’s also why I cry. At funerals where everyone else is dry-eyed. At weddings, When the bride begins to walk away.
I struggle to remember the faces for whom I cry
I struggle to remember the faces for whom I…
I struggle to remember the faces for whom I cry
When I died that day, I didn’t die. I broke many parts but I survived. All of me didn’t live either. I carried the dead weight of grief with me for years. That’s also why I cry. At funerals where everyone else is dry-eyed. At weddings, When the bride begins to walk away.