I thought they didn't care
Their tear moisten my pruned body.
My mother sobs for her baby back.
My father curses at God wondering why.
My brother fiddles with his thoughts.
My cousin just wants to know why.
My grandma is begging for God to take her instead.
My grandpa hasn't cried since his father died.
Why was I selfish.
Loosing my pain cause so much pain on others.
Now, I'm nothing.
I'm a memory.
I'm dirt.