They say there are 5 stages of grief:
denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance.
But it feels like I skipped the first 3,
and got stuck in depression.
I never grieved the day I lost my happiness.
I will admit though, it didn’t leave a great impression. I never shed tears, nor did I get angry. I didn‘t try to negotiate it back. I just… sat numb, void of emotion. My mental state went slack
and any idea of happiness was purely just a notion.
It is my hope that one day
I’ll move on from depression
and come to acceptance. Or maybe I already have. I’ve come to accept
that I’ll never be happy. That this rut will never cease.
And I’ll be stuck, dead and no longer living,
accepting that all 5 stages of grief
have passed, leaving me cold and unforgiving.