A Lonely Road, where everyone moves on but us · Our lives are changed forever · Our cries goes unheard · We no longer think the same · We no longer talk the same · We no longer walk the same I look in the mirror and I don’t even know who I am. The pain is hidden but I see the hurt in my eyes, I see a tear that is waiting to fall. I heard a footstep so it couldn’t fall because I needed to be strong for someone else. Why do I feel I have to be strong when the world is sitting on top of me. It hurts can I cry, I guess not again I must run and hide from the world. When will I be able to let go of the pain that is killing me. I tried I can’t. I need to the tell someone how bad it hurt to lose a child, that someone I need to tell already knows, but I can’t go to him right now.