Me without you.

I am a mess without you! 

I can admit it now. 

We had our traditions.

But NOW the only tradition we have is I go to your grave. 

I remind you of everything we used to do.

WE... 

would watch the stars Rome the night sky.

WE...

would go camping and would build a fortress,

and call it home.

But NOW the only home you have is your cold, dark Casket.

That year your parents got you a phone. And instagram.

Oh how I wish that you didn't make an account.

Or post.

Every day you were on it.

You would ignore my calls or texts.

We hadn't spoke in three whole months.

Then I finally got a call from your phone and I though we were going to hang out.

I THOUGHT wrong.

Your parents were crying and sad.

I could barely hear what they were saying, Until.

Three words perked up my ears.

Blood, Dead, Our Daughter.

They hung up. I almost fainted with the words they said.

I thought it was all a joke. 

I locked myself in my room for three days.

Crying,

Sobbing.

My emotions were drained. 

Half of our memories were gone.

Half of my life was gone.

Two days later I had gotten myself out of bed to watch the news with my parents.

Her face,

Her story was right infront of me.

I fell back into my seat. 

The tv said suicidal thoughts ran around her head because she got no likes or followers.

I am without you.

You are without me.

We are without each other.