What I've become is someone else.
The kid inside has been slain.
I held on to false hope that this was a lie,
But now his empty eyes look up to the sky,
And they see nothing.

I'm left to deal with his death,
But the pain is far too much.
His memories are mine,
But his happiness and hopes cold to the touch.
There is nothing left.

I can still feel the warmth on my skin from his sigh,
As he let out his exhale of dreams.
The world crushed his very soul.
The worse part was that he didn't know why.
Neither do I.

I can't keep going on this way,
For he is still too much a part of me.
I can only pray that I die to another,
Before I end this misery.