The Loss Poem by Reeshe Vixen

Why is it so hard to start over this time?

Why is there no means to the end?

Why does it hurt so much?

I have hurt a lot this weekend. Trying to hind my real face from the world, wishing I could for get about how much I lost in one week. How much time I spent saying that this will last for ever to turn around and have my own saying slap me in my face.
They and ever one is gone.
Who is left for me, the one thing I feared the most grief! I have one person that always spoke kind words to me and another who show love, now the love walk out on me and the words were torn from my soul in a blink of an eye.
I am trying my best not to dwell on the fact the in this world life is not only a challenge but a cruel mother wanting the child to pay for her pains. To pay for the fact that you were too happy at one time and now you have to pay for that happiness.