Everybody keeps saying it's okay, it'll get better, it'll get easier.
Those people don't know anything. They're the ones who have never lost someone close to them.
We won our game today baby. I did horrible, but I actually had a nice shot. I really wish you could hear me. See what I was reading. Know what I am feeling. I wish you would hug me and tell me to keep my head up. Kiss me on my head and tell me you're proud of me. I just wish you could come home. Everything is so hard to do now, because it all makes me think of you. 19 years old is way too young to go. I need you baby
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