It's times like this
that I'm sitting alone
in my room
with the T.V. off.
The only sound I hear
is the fan on my heater.

These are the times where
I think about you.
The times where I feel
like I'm actually alone.

It's been hard,
for the past ten years
to cope with something
like this.

The fact that you're gone,
and they way in which you left.
It hurts so ******' bad.
It's times like this where
I sit and I stare at the wall
and wonder if you've seen the
**** I've been through
and how I was strong.
How I didn't give up.
How I stuck around
because I felt I had too.
I needed to stay,
I'm going to be something
someday.
You'll see.
I'm doing it for me,
and for you,
and for Mom
and for Dad.

I'm doing it to show people
that you can come out of
the darkest parts of your
life
and keep pushing,
keep digging,
and taking all the hits you have to,
to come out on top.

I know me and you were different,
we always were,
but you're my brother,
and I miss you like crazy.
I hope you see where I'm going,
and I hope you're proud,


I'll see you one day.