You were the person always there for me,
you saw things that no one else could see.
When my father would come home smelling like beer,
you took me in your room where I had nothing to fear.
Whenever I needed a place to stay,
you held my hand and guided the way.
I accompanied you day in and day out,
you comforted me when my dad would shout.
You could not imagine how hurt I was,
to find out things about the one I loved.
The Dr. said you were very ill,
I couldn't breathe, i just stood still.
You went for one thing but diagnosed with something else,
no one could've imagined all the pain you felt.
They said you'd be fine you just needed to eat,
so I went every time I could during the week.
But on the last day I looked in your face,
eating was a process that did not take place.
I was so upset with you for what I saw,
for you I had wanted so much more.
Late night the phone had rang, dad answered,
he had this face that I already had mastered.
Then he told me balling with tears in his eyes,
that night was the night you had died.
I hated myself for the last moment we shared,
I always imagined you would be there.
All that's left to possibly say,
is that I am truly sorry for my actions that day.
