Grieve

I live in the past.

I'm grieving all the things I've lost.

I'm grieving the friends I had.

I'm grieving the good times.

I'm grieving the time I was happy.

I'm grieving the family I found.

But I'm also grieving the things I've had.

Things that didn't change, that never ended.

I'm grieving that no one called help.

I'm grieving being left alone in violence.