babies start their lives others end theirs
as babies cry women die, men mine and children whine

life is a journey taken by many, death is a journey feared by many
remorse is felt by many, but regret is felt by many more

who is to say some suffer more then others nobody knows everyones pain
we all suffer the same just in different ways

yet some still beleive their pain is worse, his pain, her pain,your pain, my pain...... it all as real as the person sitting next to you on the train to work or the bus to the shops... I may not be bleeding, it may not be visible but it still hurts