I'M Responsible For My Son's Death

(This is a fictional poem) I feel nothing but grief and pain every single day. My wife told me not to buy our son that motorcycle but I bought it anyway. While he was driving it, he got hit by a car and now he's dead. How can I go on when I know that I'll do nothing but suffer during the years ahead? My son was killed when he was only ten. When he died, I lost my best friend. I'm in so much pain that I punch the walls and I scream as loud as I can. My wife hates me so much that she left me for another man. My son and I always had a special bond. But life no longer has meaning now that he's gone.