Deep down it pains me every year, you’re not here. All I could remember was that day they took you in and I saw you, being pulled away from me. I remember cursing and flipping God off and the doctors for not keeping you alive. I miss your voice which kept me sane and the fact I can’t hear it ever again, makes me panic and fear the rest of the day. I’m so envious sometimes but most times, I just sit around, write about you and sing so the anxiety can go away for a little while.