i'm a lonely boy surviving in this rock.
i wasnt alone before.
i had some one that loved me and looked over me in this cruel rock.
she loved me like a bear loves her cub.
she left me alone because it was her time to go.
i ask my self why so soon
i wanted to give her my future to be thankful for all that she has done for me.
i promised that i would do good after she left, but is difficult because she was my motivation.
i feel like a blind man in time square, ny, i dont know where to go or what to look foward to.
i hate myself for not given her a piece of me.
this is the first mother's day with out her.
i'm sitting here writeing this crapy formated pome, dont really care because is not going to bring her back.
nothing will ever be the same anymore.
i lost my value in life, i lost my soul, how do i know? because I WANT TO CRY, I WANT TO CRY, I WANT TO CRY, I FORCE MY SELF TO CRY, BUT I CAN'T. dose this mean my soul died. i think so becasue I WANTED TO CRY WHEN SHE DIED, but i couldn't.
the doctor ask me "do you have any family" a said to him "its just me"
ITS JUST ME ALONE IN THIS ROCK WITHOUT A SOUL, WITHOUT LOVE TO GIVE, WITHOUT ANYTHING TO LOOK FOWARD TO.
ITS JUST ME A BOY ALONE IN THIS ROCK.
Posted by anonymous at May 11, 2008 12:02 AM...so..your mom died?
Posted by: at May 16, 2008 6:26 PMyou are as lonely as you want to be. get off your ass and quit acting like a loser.
Posted by: M at May 17, 2008 4:47 PMI am so sorry for your loss. It must be quite bewildering to lose a mom at a young age.
You will cry when you are ready, once the shock is over. You will heal from this devastating loss in time. But you will never forget.
In the meantime, celebrate her life. Reflect on the good times; be grateful for the time you did have with her. Don't focus so much on the fact that she's gone; focus on the good memories. She may have gone, but the memories will always be there. You're certainly better off than others, others like me. My mother is 88 years old, and I don't have good memories. She has always been a self-centered person who thought only of herself, and it ruined my childhood. My father was the same way, and when he died last year, I cried a very little bit---mostly because it made me sad that we were never close, and it made me reflect on my own mortality and the grief that my children and grandchildren will go through when I die. But I have told them, don't grieve. Don't have a funeral. Have a huge party and celebrate the good memories they will have of me, the goofy things I've done, and be grateful for the the closeness we've shared. We all end up the same way, you know. We all die.
Again, I'm so very sorry for your loss.
Posted by: at May 21, 2008 7:31 AM