The Ripples of Death

It's funny how death can change a person.

I don't laugh as much.

I am always angry.

Shit that made me cringe has no effect now.

Why can't I be happy again?

I feel like I was robbed!

Why is every other emotion anger or sadness.

How do I manage this much hurt.

I feel like I've been slowly ripped apart.

Stitched back together once they took my heart.

Not a day goes by where I don't think about you.

It's always the little shit too.

Whether it was something you said.

You're cough.

Something you told me.

I wish you could answer so many questions.

I miss you unk. R.I.P 1/3/15