Tomorrow I was going to see you.
They couldn't stop me.
You were mine.
I was supposed to protect what's mine.
But I didn't this time.
How could I be so stupid.
You needed me the most.
And I wasn't there.
I got ready.
Ready to see you.
In a hospital.
That made it even worse.
I arrived.
I was in the hospital.
I walked to the desk.
Asked to see you.
The nurse led me up there.
I met with your mum and Gemma.
We cries in each others arms.
We just wanted you back.
I looked at you.
You looked so lifeless.
Laying in the hospital bed.
I just wanted you back in my arms again.
To hold and kiss you.
The doctor came in.
He told us.
Something nobody would want to hear.
He told us.
You didn't make it.
I burst into tears.
I just wanted you back.
Why?
Why would you do this!
I watched them.
They folded the sheat over your head.
Meaning you were gone.
You were singing with the angels.
I broke this time.
You were officially gone.
I didn't like the fact that you were gone.
I sat down by your bed.
I pulled the sheat down.
I wanted to look at your face one last time.
I saw you pale face.
Your curls looked lifeless.
Your eyes were closed shut.
I no longer saw those green eyes.
I kissed your lips one last time.
When it was time to go.
The boys had to drag me out of there.
I felt so useless without you.
They toke me back to our flat.
They laid down on the bed with me.
That helped me fall asleep.
Knowing someone was there with me.
