A lot of what I write comes from the top of my head. This one is no exception.

Tormented by the Death of a Child

I don't know why I cry when it does not ease the pain.
I don't know why I sit here thinking of you when it does no good.
I don't know why I try to figure out what went wrong when I know what happened,
I don't know why I keep asking why when no answers will come.

I sit here thinking, wondering.
I sit here near tears, wishing.
I sit here looking at your picture, hurting.
I sit here dreaming, dying inside.

I try to talk to those that would understand, they turn me away.
I try to listen to others to forget my own pain, it only intensifies.
I try to walk away from my thoughts, they only seem to follow.
I try to keep you from my mind, you only apper more.

I keep from crying, only to ache in side.
I keep from thinking, only to have you on my mind.
I keep from dreaming, only to fall deeper into darkness.
I keep from talking, only to have words fall from my lips.