I'll miss you.

I sat calmly on my sheet-strewn bed
I tried to put together these thoughts in my head
One lost love, a best friend too..
Does anyone else see my point of view?

I've been lonely my whole life
Constantly put under a surgical knife.
Life or death, why is it such a struggle?
These two things are so hard to juggle.

She opened the door, and slumped to the floor
"I'm done. It's over. I can't take it anymore."
Why does it seem like everyone is sad?
I'm sure we can make it without dad.

Emotionless yet fearful, of what was to come
Where will we live? A house or a slum?
Our source of income is now dead
And yet money is the only thing going through my head.

Tears shown for those who have died
is a sign of weakness, stand side by side
I'm sure that together we can push through this thing
We just have to wait and see what the future will bring.