Why you?

I still can’t grasp the idea that you’re gone.
I can’t stand seeing R.I.P before your name now. 
I don’t want to live this ok life without you here.
I’d trade places with you in a heartbeat, better yet can I go where you are?
I don’t know how to deal with this pain. 
When I got the news all of the was just sucked right out of me. 
We were just texting minutes before you were taken. 
Who knew that “see you later” would never happen. 
It’s not fair that the only way I can see you now is through videos & pictures. 
It pains me that your life was cut so short. 
I wake up every morning hoping it was all a dream but reality sinks in all over again. 
You’re gone and not coming back leaving me in pieces.


This poem is about: 
My family


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