Sometimes the reality of it,
Hits me over and over again,
The impact of it is so overwhelming,
The fact that I lost my best friend.
Sometimes I push my thoughts away,
Sometimes I avoid trying to deal,
With the fact that you are dead and gone,
Because I know these wounds will never heal.
Sometimes I pretend that you're still here,
Sometimes I try to forget,
Sometimes I just cry and cope,
But never the less reality hits.
