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So just call me dr. Frankenstein,
With this sick twisted need,
To bring the dead back to life.
Where did you go?
Who is this impostor?!
Ive turned everyone I love into monsters.
Why I go to bereavement groups
By Joeysguy

I had a loss in my life
I lost a mother and also a wife

It hurts so badly when people die and they are gone
I was told a bereavement group might help me to move on

We sit and we talk about our lost love
How we miss them and we know they’re in the heavens above

We all can come together because of the pain we all share
We can relate to each other with passion and how much we care

Talking about the past, which now is a memory in our life
Were not sure of our future that will be for the rest of our life

We now have large changes in our life
Someone may have lost a parent, a child, a sibling, a husband or a wife

It’s our group that knows our loss and our pain
At times our friends or family might think were not sane

Someone may say something that would bring us to smile
That’s something that happens every once in a while

We try to get by the sorrow
If not today then maybe tomorrow

Maybe after time and lots of tears
Just maybe we might find another love that cares
Smiling is so overrated
And so is shedding tears

If I smile then I'm fake
If I cry then I'm weak

I will lock away all my emotions
And be the broken shadow no one notices
Tears of diamond
Crash on your shirt
Each one striking harder
At your empty heart

There was an arm
Around your shoulder
It grew lighter
As you grew older

Today it's gone
Never to be found
And these diamonds
Fall to the ground
For my mother and for her mother
I haven't learned the secret,
save to know that it exists.
I would tell you more about it
if it wouldn't break a promise.
Beyond its weighted words,
I can't be sure it can be heard
but I can tell you how it feels (or so I'm told).
It burns and, though it's searing, it feels cold.
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