May 2018
What do I do
When I miss you?
Where do I put
All this pain?
What do I say
When they ask me,
Ask me if I'm okay.
Because, I'm not,
And I won't be,
Until you're back here.
But you're gone,
And I miss you.
What do I do
With all this fear?
When I miss you?
Where do I put
All this pain?
What do I say
When they ask me,
Ask me if I'm okay.
Because, I'm not,
And I won't be,
Until you're back here.
But you're gone,
And I miss you.
What do I do
With all this fear?
Haven't been on in a while. I've been dealing with a lot of grief from my uncle passing away, and the crap I deal with at school doesn't help. Anyway, this is for my Uncle Jesse, who was like a father to me
(19/Texas)
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