I'm having a bad afternoon.
My heart just feels like it's about to break into a thousand pieces.
My baby boy is in my thoughts and I can't work myself out of this mood.
I just keep seeing his smile, trying to remember the way his hugs felt.
All I can find in my mind tho is the accident site and his cemetary headstone.
My heart is breaking all over again.
Why did it have to be my baby that was taken?
What did I do to deserve this heartbreak/
What did HE do to deserve to leave us like this?
Nothing...
We did NOTHING to deserve this hurt.
I watch the sunsets,
I watch the sun rise......I see the days pass in a blur.
Will this hurt never end?
I need a cigarette and a drink................