What should i title 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, inescapable. i can barely catch my sanity, let alone my breath from my endless weeping. their hearts are cold as frostbite, their souls are 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?