I kissed your cold face for the last time
and i started to wonder
if i would die too
like it was a plague i could catch
but you died from drugs
too many of them to be exact.
My grandfather whispered to his wife
"he is just a cold shell of the man he used to be"
isn't that a ****** way
to talk about your son?

I gave a speech after all his friends
they talked about getting high
and getting drunk
and getting into trouble
but tha'ts why they loved him
and i couldn't judge them for that
because love is love.
But i talked about feeling like a princess when he walked in the room
the stubborn ******* rarely did though
drugs were his family
not us.
But towards the end of my speech
many people were crying
and one man in particular held onto a woman and stared at me
and i stared back and said
"Inch for inch, they say, your bones can hold up to 19,000 pounds,
and luckily for us, this only weighs
18,999"