I got this from a friends, friends myspace. But it pretty much sums it up.

Mourning
I want to scream and cry
But still I move forward
My head begins to ache and I frown all the time
But still I move forward
Small things are mountainous, big things galactic, my skin feels rubbed raw
But still I move forward
I feel the loss continually and want to shake the uneffected
But still I move forward
I strive for peace
I try to focus on the possitives,
I grasp at the strings of routine to no avail
I stop moving though my world is a cyclone
I can't seem to find my way around the loss
So I lay And breathe
I stare And wait
Till morning when I am once again forced into motion
And I move forward