If Only They Knew

Grief.

Why is it like this?
I don't understand.
What did I do to deserve all of this to happen?
I tried my best but it still wasn't good enough.
What did I ever do to deserve the way you treated me?
What did SHE do to deserve that?
I don't know how to help and I know some things can't be helped but I still want to try.
I can't undo the past and I can't bring her back though.
That's one thing that will always stay the same.
The one constant.
The reminder that things are like this.
And no matter what I do, I cannot get rid of it.
No matter how hard I try, I still have to live with it.
But I just have to accept it.
Some things are constant.