Greatest Loss
Greatest Loss
For me my pain is quite simple
I lost a loved one before my first pimple
We argued about her potential pregnancy
Hours later, she took her life in front of me
Every morning I awaken, I see the blood
I scream, I cry, I feel like mud
I cannot help but hate myself
But I need to put my blame on a shelf
I need to get on with my life, this I know
For if I don’t, I surely will never grow
Though my heart aches every morning and night
Her smile will always be in my mind and my hearts sight
Copyright © Nick Faber | Year Posted 2011
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