Head in my hands tears streaming down
To a place inside my past thoughts I go
The past of hurt the past so full of loss
This loss is for I and only I to know
Whether it's a new hurt or quite old
Doesn't matter much to me now
I only feel the pain over and over
As my finger tips caress my brow
My eyes close tightly pushing back
Holding all the tears right there
Keeping all from seeing me cry
Not wanting my soul laid bare
Then I wish not for their sympathy
The stares and butterings under their breath
This is personal between he and I
Secretly asking God, why this death
What here did I ever do wrong
That I would be punished oh so bad
Why would you give me just three months
To live a whole lifetime with my Dad
~M~
