You battled everyday.
Inside you were at war with your body for 20 years.
You kept fighting and never gave up.
Nothing would tear you down.
Nothing stopped you from doing what you loved. Not even doctor reccomendations.
You were a dear friend.
A role model to others.
Why did you have to go so soon.
I don't think you ever gave up.
I just think you did all you could bur someone decided to stop putting you through that hell for longer.
I miss you.

Sometimes all I need is to be held and told that everything's going to be okay

Sometimes I just want to smash my head against the wall
And end everything all at once.

They say you should celebrate
Instead of mourn.
But every time
I cannot find the heart to do
Anything but mourn

All I've heard the past week is
Screaming
arguing
And non stop fighting.
I've seen both of you storm out in rage
Only to come back hours later to fight some more.
I hear that word. Gthrown around like its any other word as if it means nothing. When will all this stop?

I'm sick of wondering.
When
Where
How
Why
And sometimes who.
I feel like it's mostly just when
More than anything.
I'm getting a really bad vibe and I
Don't like it at all.
If it all happens and crumbles it all
I guess there's nothing I could really
Have done.

I saw you the other day for the first time in a while alive and well,
You were happy and had plans for your future
But when I saw you today,
You weren't so well.
All your happiness and plans have been permanently cancelled.
Now you're gone
Forever.