Grieving is like salt in a wound
you get the initial shock, and then it passes
But then the realisation hits
as if someone emptied the whole tub in your cut
knowing he's not coming home hurts the most
you light a candle next to his picture every night without fail
The depression is overwhelming
you bargain too much
you're angry at the world for taking your innocent boy away
But none of that will bring him back
Hence why I say: "grieving is like salt in the wound."
