This Feeling

Not knowing if I am, if I was, is killing me inside. If I was, could I have done something to make things all right? We could've had runs thru my head. Just thinking about it makes me sad. I'm hurting because I know. It hurts and I'm sorry. But I'm trying, trying to hide what I'm really feeling. Hiding it so no one else has to worry except me, myself, and I. So I smile, smile so nobody will ask ...