It's like a pin-prick...
Only a thousand times worse.
It is a pain of it's own kind.
Sympathy is not sought after,
For I am not suffering the most I am sure.
A dead weight in my stomach,
Sometimes a tear in my eye...
I grieve with myself, me, alone.
The misgiving is mine to deal with.
Remorse is my new best friend it seems.
If only you knew, if only I could show you,
You are my Sunshine, but it is raining.
Why...How...is all I can ask myself.