Acceptance

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.