will the grief ever end?

[shady]

i grieved as a child
now i grieve my childhood
as a taller child; limbs longer, brain stronger
but still feeling small, lost, and weak

now i grieve you, my love
i feel your absence when the sun goes down
and i sit in my room alone

it makes me wonder
will the grief ever end
because it never did--
not even back when
i went to therapy
swallowed pills
or even surrounded myself with like-minded individuals
others who drank to numb and fill their emptiness with warmth

i still some nights,
feel cold and dark and alone
despite the light that warms my life
of friends and family and hope

the dread lingers
i'm wrapped around it's finger
and it makes me wonder
will the grief ever end?

perhaps it won't
as it molds and shapes my skin
folds it into wrinkles of time and loss

but maybe this grief
that comes with age
is a lesson in life
a word on a page
a hidden gem
that writes out my story
and surely isn't the end.

[RichardBosten]

I am a beginner myself but i will try and offer advice . Some things to be aware of that are not right or wrong but can change the impact or flow of your poem. 1) Punctuation use of commas, and such help a reader determine a pause and flow. 2) Grammar such as capital I instead of i , or capitalize each first letter of a row changes the formality 3) Meter, Tempo Rhythm . The pace of the poem is it consistent ? Is there a change in meter ? Does that change reflect a change in the poem such as an idea etc.... This is a big one with the way I write but not everyone . I write mine song like.
I really enjoyed the opening line . It does a great job of grabbing interest and set a good tone for the piece. I also like the way the poem progresses in a natural order . I am very new to writing and critiquing poetry but I hope I was able to offer some useful advice. Keep at it !!

[themanofmanyways]

The dourness of the poem comes clearly out, both in word choice and content. But in general it's hard for me to establish the specific thread/cause of grief. It seems to meditate on all the grief a person has experienced in their life but the whys aren't very clear.

I grieved as a child - Why?
now i grieve my childhood - Why?

Not saying the poem needs exposition. Just that to me it prompted questions I never got answers to. Maybe that's the point. Maybe emphasize the specific vein of grief/depression you are gunning for? If the theme is lifelong grief then maybe focusing more on the emotions themselves might make it clearer? These are just my first thoughts.

I especially like the ending stanzas:

perhaps it won't
as it molds and shapes my skin
folds it into wrinkles of time and loss

but maybe this grief
that comes with age
is a lesson in life
a word on a page
a hidden gem
that writes out my story
and surely isn't the end.