I recognize the red rimmed eyes, the look of panic always near. You want to say it's all a lie, and yet you know the truth so clear Not long ago your life was fine, you never thought of death or grief. Now your life's a daily grind, you wish for peace, however brief. Your child was sweet and beautiful, so full of life and wonder. Who could have known that life is cruel, your world's been torn asunder.
Depression is a cold, black hole, it's depth feels never ending.
The pain sears through your very soul, your heart is broke, not mending. In time they say you will survive and go back where you've been. On your own you will find out you can't go back again. You can go on to build anew, a life without your child. It may take years before you view his picture with a smile.