What is the tone of this?
She barely even started her life. The gruesome image that has been tattooed in my mind. This is an eternal pain that cannot be extinguished. Engrossed in this memory, I feel as if I’m diminished. This pain feels like it’s impenetrable, totally inescapable. I can barely catch my breath, let alone my sanity, how can they live with such inhumanity? Their hearts are cold as frostbite, their souls black as coal. Losing a child in such a way, my pain, they’ll never know. My baby girl purged from the car, entombed on the tracks. Some try to calm me down, but how can I relax? Going on in such a way how can I withstand? How can I live a life that was ripped out of my hands?