Mom Poem by Anna Rushlau

My life has stopped. It's like I am suspended in and unending cloud of sorrow. I can't breath, I can't eat. All I can think about is her. My life without her, an unspeakably depressing and destructive thought. My desperation and a rage can only be contained by the fact that I have to be strong, I always have to be strong. I can't slip because as of now, her world rests on my shoulders. I want to kick and scream and cry out at the world, why are you doing this? Why are you killing my mom? What did she do? How can you be so cruel? She is everything to me, how could you?