Trying to find closure in a suicide is seemingly impossible because of the greater impact. The chaos it brings with it is a monster that cannot be contained. And, very few can understand the toll it takes on the surviving loved ones.
Author: Kaisha Trzaska
Moment
Just a moment; Let the sound pull away, Floating ... drifting Before the break of day.
Call Me
Accusations flying. Although you never bothered ask Before this romance found it dying.
Two Fools
...What could have been ... maybe ... perhaps, All the what ifs' of life's greatest maze.
Come My Sweet
And said he to her, "Come my Sweet, there is much to see, and much to do, I will show you pleasures old and new..."
Do Not Think
You take from me ... all from me Life’s small happiness; suck me dry, Pull my oxygen, cut my cords. Leave me hiding; trying not to cry.
The Fear
The fear of these words upon my lips, Aching … knowing; Forever denying, Oh … but at the slight of your fingertips.
Pull Me Back Down
Let me get lost ... Desperate and wasted.
Do You See Me?
Oh, how I hungered for this love, Lost repose, Deeper than one could have imagined;
Control
I met my husband when I was 19 years old; he was 48. He was my first everything and I loved him with a passion I did not know existed in me; I lost myself in him, in us. I molded myself to be what he loved and admired and I pushed for everything from the … Continue reading Control
Kaisha Trzaska 