It Hurts Me

Life after death is so hard. I have to force the thoughts of his death out of my mind to keep my sanity.

I miss him so much. It hurts to think about him being gone forever. I know it is the truth, but I can only let myself feel it a bit at a time.

My baby is gone from this life. He was so young! He didn’t deserve to die this way. He had an entire life ahead of him, and so much potential. Such a smart, handsome, growing boy.

I can’t stand the sound of trains.

No matter what anyone says to me, they make me sick. I used to love trains, and didn’t mind the sound multiple times a day at all. I got so used to it I rarely even noticed it anymore.

Now I hear it miles away. That awful horn. I hate it so much.

I wish I could stay here… but I can’t.

The sounds, the sights, the smells. It’s too much for my heart. It hurts me.


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