Bearing the cross

Living each day, bearing the cross placed upon you.
Every day again asking why it had to be you. The constant
torment which houses in your head. No place to rest from the
continous suffering in your mind. With desperate words you
seek an answer to a question left unanswered.
Your eyes filled with tears while you try to comprehend.
I sit and watch you suffer, I want to help but my words
and hands are useless. My futile attempts fail before
I finish them.
I'm feeling completely powerless and start crying with
you. I just can't watch you suffer cuz you mean the world
to me. Everytime you hurt, I'm hurt with you.
Everytime you cry, I'll cry with you. There's no point
in living when I'm without you. I want to suffer with you...