in the darkness
just the question
why?
and nothing can ever make it right
nothing will ever take away this pain that just goes deeper and deeper and deeper
I'm so cheerful on the outside, so busy walking and gardening and cleaning and doing (but not thinking, not writing, not talking) - but on the inside there's one almighty scream that echoes and echoes - why did it happen? why did he die? why is it like this?
I don't know what to do.
