This is a short description of what grief is to me. It was an English assignment to describe an emotion. So here goes.

Grief

Eyes itching with expected tears. Tears you have tried to hold in but are slowly pushing forward into the hard cruel world. You feel a weakness enter your being, a weakness you know you will carry with you for the rest of your life. The sensation of a hundred memories sharp as knives stab into you. Pushing prodding and twisting in your flesh. Drawing forth a steady stream of smiles, laughs. All long lost memories. Tears and confessions never to be heard or seen again. Never because they are dead and cold just like the body in the casket that lies in front of you. Now the feeling of guilt fills you to the brim, did you even say goodbye? Were you really counting on seeing them again? Lead fills you covering your heart trying to crush it. It pulls at your vains pulling you down and burning your eyes. Dark hands reach out to drag you down into depression. Blood and tears soak the floor. Will it ever leave you? Will it ever stop?