She sits in the
corner of her room.
Squeezing her pillow as tight as possible.
Tears streaming down her face as she stares
at the pictures taped to the wall. She screams
as loud as possible into that pillow, but no one can
even hear her. She gives up, turns her Ipod on and softly
plays over their lullaby as she sinks in to the floor crying
says into her tears, "We were supposed to be
He throws every memory he has
across the front lawn and screams
as loud as he ever has and falls into the
grass and starts to cry for the first time in years.
He pulls his Ipod out and blasts over their lullaby as
the tears come down uncontrollably. He grips onto
grass with all
his might and shakes, it used to be impossible
for him to feel this much pain, but now
everything is different.
Then he says into the grass, "We were supposed to be