Jess.

I can't believe it's been 6 years since you left us.

I still wake up and expect you to be downstairs making breakfast.

I miss your smile.

That thing was infectious.

I know you're still here with me because my angels are my protectors.

Jess, I must confess, you were a mess.

But God knows that with you in my life I was blessed.

Without you in my life it's like watching a strike, and that, you know I never liked.

Words don't even begin to express how I feel.

Losing you, was like losing the best part of me.

I'm going to continue to carry on your legacy and be everything you wanted me to be.

It hurts because you're not here.

You're not even going to be able to take me to have my first beer.

You were everything to me, everything that I couldn't be.

When I was 11, I didn't fully grasp the concept of heaven.

All I knew was that once we were dressed in black, you wer'nt coming back.

When I sit back and think of all the things we could've did, the things you could've been, it makes me regret being the product of sin.

Jess, you were a mess, but when you left, a knife went straight through my chest.

 

This poem is about: 
My family

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