Me without you.
I am a mess without you!
I can admit it now.
We had our traditions.
But NOW the only tradition we have is I go to your grave.
I remind you of everything we used to do.
WE...
would watch the stars Rome the night sky.
WE...
would go camping and would build a fortress,
and call it home.
But NOW the only home you have is your cold, dark Casket.
That year your parents got you a phone. And instagram.
Oh how I wish that you didn't make an account.
Or post.
Every day you were on it.
You would ignore my calls or texts.
We hadn't spoke in three whole months.
Then I finally got a call from your phone and I though we were going to hang out.
I THOUGHT wrong.
Your parents were crying and sad.
I could barely hear what they were saying, Until.
Three words perked up my ears.
Blood, Dead, Our Daughter.
They hung up. I almost fainted with the words they said.
I thought it was all a joke.
I locked myself in my room for three days.
Crying,
Sobbing.
My emotions were drained.
Half of our memories were gone.
Half of my life was gone.
Two days later I had gotten myself out of bed to watch the news with my parents.
Her face,
Her story was right infront of me.
I fell back into my seat.
The tv said suicidal thoughts ran around her head because she got no likes or followers.
I am without you.
You are without me.
We are without each other.