"Death - I Hate You"
I hate you, Death!!!! You, who have made me a widow for the second time in five years. You, who took the love of my life from me. In the prime of his life at only 43 years old, You snuck in only days after we had celebrated my birthday and claimed him as your own. I hate you, Death, for making me the shell of the person I have become since you took my heart, my happiness, my world from me. I no longer even recognize the woman who looks back at me in the mirror. Who is she? She stands there with that broken, haunted look in her eyes, tears streaming down her face - a sight I see every day now. Where is the woman who had finally found happiness and love in her life, who looked forward to every day with the man who loved her and treated her like a princess. She's no longer here - You took her when You took him. Why did You leave that shell here on this earth? Why didn't You take her too? Now she prays every day, every night, that you, Death, will come back and finish your job. Take what's left of the shell so that she can finally be reunited with her love. For only then will she be complete again.