Is my son protected by someone
A year and a half has passed since my son committed suicide
The smile on the day I last saw that girl
When I think about it now, she had a sad smile saying something. But I couldn't notice anything, I couldn't protect them, I couldn't help them
What kind of thoughts did I have when I reached the end I must have hoped that they would stop me from going to the end, but I couldn't go see them
Regrets are getting bigger and bigger
I wonder how that kid is doing now
Aren't you suffering anymore
I wonder if they'll laugh
Poor kid who couldn't be happy because he was born to me
I wanted to make them do something even more fun
I wanted to let them eat something tasty
It's painful between the feeling that I can go to that child's place if I die and the feeling that it will cause even more suffering to the other child, and I'm looking for a way to die quickly every day.
My heart is sick and I can't even retreat, so I go to work and laugh. There is nothing but a sense of hopelessness about my strength without getting sick.
I can't help but be afraid that everyone will leave themselves behind and pass away first
It's the worst because it only talks about myself
I think it's punishment for causing my son to die
that we must not run away from this suffering
Will the day come when I can get my son to forgive me?
Is my son being protected by someone right now?
