You were the half that made me whole.
My best friend.
You helped me through my hardships, and were there for my triumphs.
I loved you with all my heart, and I left you to die, all alone.
All you had was mom and dad.
I wasn't there to say goodbye.
I wasn't there to hold you as you took your last breath.
I wasn't there to tell you I love you, and that it would be ok.
I wasn't there to promise to see you again one day.
How can I go on?
How do you pick up the shards of a broken heart,
And make it whole again?