Dear Grief, i pushed you away for so long that you found ways to hide yourself in me, without letting me know. /caption/ Dear Grief, i pushed you away for so long that you stored yourself in me, without letting me know. i have never cried at funerals. watching everybody else do it shocks me and shakes me to the core. so i prefer to sit with my legs folded and stare at dull walls, walls that echo howls and screams. the men too don't cry. i am like them, silently sobbing, pretending to hide you, Grief.
