Angel

Let me just start by saying that I’m lost.

Broken inside.

Being ripped apart by my own self everyday,

just to be put back together and ripped apart again the next day.

I can’t even describe how much I miss him.

He was beautiful in his own special way.

He was like the sun, a huge ball of energy.

He was a rainbow, vibrant and beautiful.

But as i saw him laying in his casket,

all of that seemed missing.

He was cold, lifeless

and it shattered any hope I had left in me that he would return.