Therapy

Andre said “since you’ve been gone I’ve been having withdrawals”

I wish I could call you and tell you what’s wrong

No matter how much I pray I don’t feel better about it

Death stole you from us and I can’t get you back

I can still hear you saying my name in my head

I wish I could hear it with my ears instead

The pain will never go away but I pray that it’ll get easier

Cos I can’t go on like this anymore

I have to make peace with it but I struggle

I find it hard to hide the pain

Whole family gone, you were the only one left

Mum still finds it hard to even say your name

I think about you every day

In hopes that one day we’ll meet again