this is hard

to the one who first made me have a dream,

who made breathing easier.

you were gone too fast, too soon.

im sorry there wasn't anything i could do for you.

i wish i was stronger, 

i wish i could have done something.

not just for you 

but for every single one of you in there.

i wish i could make it stop hurting,

the pain, the loneliness

i wish it would stop.

but i cant

its getting harder and harder

i cant breathe

i cant sleep

i cant wake.

when i realise that you're truly gone.

theres a deep hole in my chest

and im sorry.

it wasnt fair.

its all heavy and empty.

and im sorry