Why you?
Why did you have to go?
Why can't I come with you?
Why aren't you here?
Why doesn't it hurt others that your gone?
Why can't I die and be with you?
Why you?
Everyday I ask why. Everyday I get no answer. Everyday is just another day with out you, without my heart. I need you Kendra, why can't you see that!?
No one understands how much pain I'm in, I hide it all just so I don't stand out even more. But sometimes, I have to let it out. I have panic attacks. I can't control the anger and emotion twords my baby sisters passing. I never got to meet her, she never got to have her first breathe! She is my only full blooded sibling I have, and she's gone forever!
.....why aren't you in my arms kendra?
Why?
:'(
Everyday I wish that I could be with you. Whether or not I'm alive, it doesn't matter. Aslong as I'm with u. Why can't I take that jump?
What's stopping me?
I'm still trying to figure that out for myself. Is it the fact that I'd miss my family and friends to much, that I don't want to have to see them in pain. I'm supposed to take the pain away from them, not give them pain.
Is it the fact that I am trying to prove that I'm not like my real mom or my older sister.
YOU ARE READING
Why?
PoetryThis is dedicated to my unborn little sister Kendra. You can miss somebody that you've never met. I know, because I do