What they say in 2023

If I hear “he’s alive in your heart” or “he’ll always be with you in your memories” one more time .. or what about, “you’ll learn to live without him” … or .. or maybe, “he wouldn’t want you to hurt like this” …

I know.

I’ve heard it all before. A thousand times. And a thousand more I will hear it again.

But he’s not alive in my heart or with me in my memories he’s ashes in a fucking urn.

I won’t learn to live without him … there is no life without him. He isn’t the only one who died … we died.

Every hope. Every dream. Every single day we were supposed to have is gone.

I know he wouldn’t want me to hurt like this, I fucking know that. But he doesn’t get a say anymore, does he? Because he’s fucking ashes in a goddamn urn and I’m here alone, scared, and so very tired of this.