Having to hold back all my tears, I was hoping youʼd be mine for years. Turns out our journey was cut short, I feel like I was in the wrong. I donʼt know what I did to deserve this. After your departure, you were sent to another home.
I wasnʼt even allowed to land upon some foam.
After you left, I always felt so alone.
Who else could be your friend, who else would be mine?
Was this the end of your life?
Yes, it was, and mine was only the start.
I was still young, and you were growing old.
Never fading in my mind, but fading in the growing time.
These people didnʼt deserve you, itʼs true, you were only to be mine.
I have no reason to like them, they let you die.
They werenʼt even gonna lie, they wanted you to fly.
Fly away from me? Leave me to cry, and asking everyone why?
Thatʼs the question I still ask, why?
Iʼve got numerous things to say, and I still ask God to watch over you as I pray.
I pray to keep you safe, even though your away from those people.
I pray that you are safe, and donʼt hurt anymore.
I pray that you donʼt struggle like I do.
Even though your up there with God, I pretend your still down here, which some people
feel is odd.
To hell with them, they donʼt understand, and they cannot possibly imagine.
While I write about you, I pay no attention to the others around me.
None of these people should even surround me.
They have no place in my life, and no knowledge of you.
It was a privilege to have been your owner.
It was a privilege to watch the point, carve your name on your shiny blue name tag.
It was a privilege to thrown you the tennis ball all day long.
It was a privilege to see your smiling mug.
It was a privilege to have you snuggle with me at night.
It was a privilege to do everything with you.
It was a privilege to tell you to never forget to remember me.
It was a privilege to call you mine.
I could go on and on, as I already have.

Why did you leave me, were you afraid you didnʼt please me?
why were you taken from me, why wasnʼt I able to keep you?
You were everything to me, why were you forced to leave?
I donʼt like where you went, it didnʼt do you any good.
your countless miles away from me, is this all my fault?
I cant explain how much I cry, Iʼm not saying this to make a rhyme, but it makes me
want to die, die like you did.
I felt you were part of me and clearly noone else could see.
You and I should be together, with you there was no stormy weather.
Yes there was, you were scared in bed with me.
You cold nose turned runny, as did mine, we were so scared as the storm made us cry.
Itʼs hard for me to hold back the tears, thinking about when I got home, thinking you
were there. I called your name, checked every single room, my head got dizzy, and
flooded up with thoughts of doom.
When did this happen? Why did I have to be gone. Why on earth couldnʼt I say
goodbye, to the one thing in this gruesome world that actually kept me sane.
Completely gone and out of my mind, some would say insane, thats how I am, without
you here, Iʼm filled with unlimited fear. Increasing apprehension is always tackling my
mind. True meaning as to why you left, is what Iʼm trying to find.
My heart is nearly the lightest shade of blue, some would say clear, just like these
countless shredded tears. As my heart is turning clear, you can see right through it, and
I know all there is to see is you. You fill my heart completely and your pushing others
out. I know I canʼt forget the ones who are alive and still here, but thereʼs days that I
would trade them all for you to come back my dear. They say donʼt let this pain control
my life, but how is that possible, when you were once my life. Were, as in past tense, I
wish it meant present, thatʼs what you were to me, was a brand new shiny present. Iʼve
never wanted anything more in my entire life. Iʼll live those days with you forever and
sacrifice my future. Thatʼs how much you mean to me, darling, dearest, Bernie.

Most times words are never enough in this world,
when they're not it feels like a wave that's fully curled,
it's curled over top of me,
suddenly I can't breathe,
maybe it's okay,
so then theres no wrong words to say,
but maybe it's suppose to be that way.
As the wave is still sufforcating me,
emotions start to fade away,
no sense, no feeling, no control of lifes big wave,
no control, no feeling, no memory of how thing's came to be this way.
the only feeling I have is being able to hear,
hearing your voice, I can hear your words, I can hear myself break,
it's indescribable, and I'm unable to think.