There are days i only wish i could look back into your eyes and you could tell me yourself that this is what you wanted.
That this was for the better.
Somedays i find it almost impossible to remember who you really were,
Sometimes i feel a little guilty for never comming to visit anymore. I cannot forgive nor can i forget.
You have every answer im looking for yet you were always to far away.
Is it weird that even to this day i believe that i got to speak the last words to you? Is it weird to sometimes imagine that your still here?
What i find hardest to grasp is that every memory i posses of you is hatred, and i wish that one day you'd come back with us again so i could change that all.
I wish that you saw every tear we shed for you.
I wish that we knew this is what you wanted.
but what i wish for the most, is for you to be able to understand i will always love you. I've just been too stubborn to realise
My mother tells me your in a better place now. Although i cant stop wondering "what about me?"
Does this make me selfish?
Am i nothing better then you?
i feel like i still need you
