What Good Do Tears Do? by Afraid of the dark

Death,
There is no word, to describe it,
Pain,
Is there more pain for the one dying,
Or the ones left behind?


How ever much you cry,
It won’t bring them back,
Every tear you shed,
Pointless.


Every day you grieve,
Pointless,
They know not the difference,
They are dead.


Have they left this world for another?
Is it better than this?
We never do know,
Until it is us that they miss.