And nothing could heal the pain of loss.

And one moment could play on forever in your head,until it starts to seem like a parody.
You want to try and make it stop,but part of you want to hold on to the tragedy of it all..because what if..what if you forget it all ? Wouldn't that be the worst thing you could do to a person?
Place upon them,the curse of absolute oblivion.
They say it would hurt a little less if you tried to let go.Have they ever encountered the pain of  waking up to the news of the same death everyday..for sleep is the only saving grace,that draws curtains upon the pain.
Will they ever know how it feels like..to want to pull the sky upon yourself and never wake up?
Insane,probably,they'd say.
But what could they have known about the pain of losing.How could they have known..the angst of not having been able to save a life.
And little would they ever imagine,the emptiness that plagues your abyss of a stomach because of that last,unsaid goodbye.
So,you choose to turn your anger inwards,replaying the events of that day,over and over in your mind,till the silent suffering puts you to sleep.Depression,indeed,is anger gone unexpressed.