She was so young.
So full of life.
She lived to this motto,
"Life is Dance."
She could dance.
When she danced,
it made you want to
get up and join her.
Although she was
crazy in a good way,
she could brighten up
anyone's day.
Her kindness,
will never be forgotten.
I see her everywhere I go.
I just wish I could tell her,
how much I miss her so.
Although we were friends,
she more than that to me.
She was family,
the sister I never had.
My heart feels like it was
torn right out of my chest.
Still beating and pumping blood.
I would give anything to to have
her back.
I find myself,
fighting tears and wanting to
scream in pain.
That sadly,
I feel like I'm going insane.
I often find myself,
blaming myself for her death.
When I didn't have anything to
do with it.
I have to avoid slow songs,
so I don't cry in front of others.
I see her face flashing through my
eyes, as though she is in front of
me.
I never got to tell her how much
I loved her as a friend,
and that she was like a little sis to me.
If only I could turn the hands of time back
to right wrongs, and help her when she needed
help.
But I will continue on like she would have wanted.
I will never forget her,
she will always be in my heart.
And every time I dance,
I will be thinking of her.
I love you and miss you, Erika. My best and only friend and little sister.
