This is my pain.
Let me feel it.
Don't tell me not to cry.
I know you mean well, dear friend.
But telling me not to cry,
Tells me you don't understand.
But, how could you, really?
Have you lost a child?
Have you given birth, loved and laughed,
And then watched him die?
This is my pain.
Let me feel it.
Be patient with me when I want to scream
to cry
or be crabby
or talk about him
or be alone.
This is my pain.
Let me feel it.
I know you'd take it all away,
if you could.
But you can't.
I can't avoid it,
Or stuff it down somewhere,
Or run away from it
Because it always finds me again.
The cold, hard fact is,
That I have a child that died,
and it hurts.
So I know, that this is my pain,
And I have to feel it.
To get through it.