does it ever get easier? an i mean actually easier?

will there ever be a day that one song won’t hurt me no more? 

will it ever be a day where I can wear that color without breaking down in front of the mirror? 

will i ever be able to listen to your favorite song again?

will i ever be able to wear your favorite color again? 

will a day come where i can genuinely breath or will i always be trying to catch my breath? 

will there ever be a day where i don’t blame myself? 

will there ever be a day where i don’t question myself if i did enough? 

did i do enough? 

could i of done more? 

did i know how to help or was i only making matters worse? 

did saying goodbye hurt you as much as that it hurt me? 

did you want to say goodbye? 

was you truly ready to say goodbye? 

oh how many questions that i have. 

You reached your hand out.. I didn’t let go. 

i was trying to save you. 

oh how your death tor me apart. 

i didn’t just lose a mother i also lost a piece of myself. 

the day that you died a part of me died with you. 

oh how hard it was to let your cold pale hand go.