Trigger Warning: This poem discusses grief and suicide.
Once again, I can’t cope
and I talk about the weather.
It’s too raw
and it’s rainy.
You know how I am on cloudy days.
I am not happy,
I think I am ok.
This is no different than anything else I have been through
it is just something else …
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