I never understood why you had to go. Did I do something wrong? No? Then why does it feel like it's entirely my fault? Everyone tells me it wasn't my fault. Things like this just happen. Yeah, things like this just happen. But why did this have to happen to you? How come I'm alive and you're not? How come I have to feel all this pain? Why couldn't I save you? Why, after all this time, am I still crying? The pain is still fresh. Everyday is a constant reminder that you're gone. It hurts so much. I hate being here without you. I miss everything about you. I need you here. Everyday I ask myself why. And everyday I give myself the same answer. This is the way things are. We can't change them. No matter how much we want to. This is the way it's meant to be. That's my answer. But it still doesn't tell me why you had to leave. Why you had to die. And why my heart aches. Until those questions are answered I'll keep coming here.

There. I'm not sure how good it is. I'm not sure where it came from. It's another of those ideas I got on the bus. I hope you like. Review if you do.