loss

Two people

Life is a collection of experiences. Some good, some bad. Most of mine has been in the little grey area in between. I don’t really have any friends, and the closest thing I’ve got to a friend is a podcast called Tigerbelly. In it, are these people who slowly turned into my family. Yesterday, the hosts (a couple) announced they are breaking up, and I haven’t felt sadness like this in a very long time. It feels a little weird as I don’t know these people in real life, but as someone who was clinging on to a talk show for friendship, if truly felt devastating. It’s like I am going through my first breakup again. It’s so strange, this thing called a relationship, how it evolves, how it changes people. Life really is a collection of experiences.

Three days

Three days is not a long time if you think about it

But three days is what I’ve been through

Three days, I cannot forget

Three days, they haunt me, they keep me awake at night

Like a weight on my chest, three days pull me down

Three days, I wept without hope

Three days, I could not cope

Three days is a nightmare, get it out of my head

Three days is what made me fall

Three days is all it takes to loose it all

The inspiration for writing this poem came from loosing internet connectivity for three days.  Tragic events like these tend to pull us down heavily. But it is our job to pull ourselves back up.  For more poems based on loss and depression checkout, “Goodbye, Xbox” and “HR dept., a house of lies” by Curiosity. 

*The author shall not be held responsible for trauma/heartache

Vacuum

The only person I could talk to, the happiest person I know, one of my best buddies, left the office today. Now, I know this is part of life. It’s not supposed to be a big deal. People come. People go. However, some of them create an impact on you so deep that when they’re gone, you feel a vacuum in your head. To be honest, it kinda hurts…you know? It really does. Ha ha. I never thought I would ever say shit like this ever in my life. I mean, this girl knew the type of music I listen to, the kind of girls I like, everything! She was the one person who I could talk to with no filter on. She was a bitch when it came to working together though!

I am super proud of her. The only thing I could equate her to is a knight. A frikkin knight. She’s endured a lot of pain in her life but she flew past all of it like a pro. And now, she’s taking the next big step in her life. I have learned quite a few life-lessons from her. For that, I am grateful. I will never forget her.

I’m not gonna weep over this shit. I’ll watch a standup special or Conan O’Brien and that will be end of it. All I wish for is to meet people like her in the future. You know… humble, creative, happy human beings. For now, I have the voice in my head.

Side note: The voice in my head does not have a gender.