The pain
The pain
It’s a grain in my heart that keeps growing
The tears just flow
Your death was a blow
To my heart
The sadness is a prison
There is no breaking out
The anger is a burning fire
That destroys everything in its way
The frustration is too great
Its hard to wait
To heal
To move on
Sometimes I can’t go on.
Dad
I hope you can hear me
I wish you knew the pain you left behind.
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