I have this picture of my dad,
From before he passed.
Sometimes I look at it and cry,
Because I am reminded that he is gone.
Sometimes I look at it and smile,
Because I know he is no longer suffering.
Sometimes I look at it and laugh,
Because of all his bad jokes come to mind.
Sometimes I look at it and shake my head,
Because of all the crazy things he did.
Sometimes I look at it and become angry,
Because I was not ready for him to go.
Sometimes I look at it and wonder,
On how my mom is dealing with it all.
Sometimes I look at it and close my eyes in prayer,
Asking God to tell him I am sorry.
Someone once said "A picture is wo
My head is swimming, dizzy from the blood loss
My neck is stiff,
My shoulders grow weaker and weaker,
My arms are tired and weary.
My back is sore, sharp pains shooting up my spine,
My leg muscles burn in agony,
My knees begin to buckle and shake,
My feet ache with every slow step.
My body screams in pain,
My mind cries in anguish,
My soul filled with suffering.
Why am I doing this?
Why did I have to do this?
Why?
I did this for you,
I am innocent, I didnt have to suffer
I did nothing wrong.
I did it not because I had to,
I did this because I wanted to,
I did this because I love you.