I think about you
more than you
will ever know

I think about you
when I’m travelling
to cities
I know
you would've liked

I think about you
when no one
wants to support me
because you
were the only one
always

I think about you
when my mom
lights a cigarette
because
I don't want
to loose her
the same way
I lost you

I think about you
when I´m drinking coffee
with my granny
thinking about
how we used
to chat
for hours
we three

you somehow
understood me
even though
I wasn't saying much

I think about you
when I´m listening
to worship songs
because I prayed
for you
and your life

I think about you
when I´m looking at you bracelet
which is now
around my wrist
instead of yours

I think about you
and how
you will never know
that I will always think about you
and how I will never forget you

You're more than
the blade to your wrist,
than the noose to your neck,
than the sleeping pills to your lips,
than the pen to your suicide note,
than the footsteps to the edge of your windowsill,
than the 'broken' to your 'dreams',
than the 'bruised' to your 'heart',
than the 'troubled' to your soul,
than the 'pained' to you.
You're much more than that,
I promise.