Why Does He Scream?
He has it all.
A car. money. A job.
He sits in his car. Tears rolling down his cheeks.
It's cold out. But he doesn't feel the bitter winds Rollin in through his open windows.
He walks around like everything is ok
But in his heart he is being ripped apart.
Sure he is only 18. But has so many expectations on his shoulders.
He looks at his hands.
They are strong. But his heart is weak.
He looks at his picture of her in his wallet.
He knows she's gone. But only temporarily.
The look on his face is devistaging.
He wipes his tears away and walks to the tomb stone. Sits by her.
He starts screaming. 'Why? ! Why did you do this? ! Why did you go? ! '
Blaming himself he walks away.
The feeling overwhelming. No one can take this kind of grief.
But why scream? It isn't her fault. He just doesn't know that. He wants to blame someone or something
He targets himself. The lonesome in his heart
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