OK the joke is over now, come back.
Please.
It wasn't even funny. Everyone keeps saying your gone but i still cant believe them, you cant just stop existing like that, for some reason i have looked for you, even thought i know deep down that you are not going to come back.
Every time i go there i look up at your door in vain, hoping you will open it and walk out or even just be existing behind it, laughing loudly, yelling...anything. But its covered over with sheets of tin.
They smashed to door to get in, they couldn't lock it so they hammered it shut.
I drive up the street we walked along together so many times, i look up at the white building and i can see through your windows. The cupboard door wont shut, the hinges are broken.
Your room is stark and cold, like you were never even there...like it never even happened.
Why aren't you here now?
That day my car broke down, you were there beside me, sitting next to me, alive talking and breathing just being there. Why did you go? what made this happen, why cant you just be..something...anything, just not a memory.
We wont grow old together like you said we would.
He will never forget what he saw,
They will always love you,
We will always love you,
They will always feel guilty,
He will always blame himself
and I will always wish I could have saved you, I tried, I failed and now your gone forever.
Your pink coffin makes me cry but the pain wont go away, but i don't want it too, its all i have to remember you.
I wrote this to try and work through the pain of losing a loved one. There is something about sharing the pain that makes you feel like your not alone and that other people understand, especially when the people closest to you don't.
