I'm responsible for my son's death

I feel nothing but grief and pain every single day.

My wife told me not to buy our son that motorcycle but I bought it anyway.

While he was driving it, he got hit by a car and now he's dead.

How can I go on when I know that I'll do nothing but suffer during the years ahead?

My son was killed when he was only ten.

When he died, I lost my best friend.

I'm in so much pain that I punch the walls and I scream as loud as I can.

My wife hates me so much that she left me for another man.

My son and I always had a special bond.

But life no longer has meaning now that he's gone.

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This is a fictional poem

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