They keep telling me that she's not in any pain anymore,
But I think she's still hurting,
Hurting because she couldn't hold on,
That she had to leave,
That we're all said because she's gone,
Some days are better than most,
There are days where I think I'm going to be fine,
And others where I forget how to feel ANYTHING,
It'll hit me all at once that I won't see her smile,
Or hear her call me her "mouse",
There are nights where I have to cry myself to sleep,
Praying it'll be a dreamless night,
But than there are those days when I think,
Of how she's with her father & step father & brothers & my baby sister,
Watching out for me,
There are nights when I'm sitting at dinner,
With my mother & my father & my brother,
Where I think of how blessed I am to have those people,
Who will always love me and be here for me,
Helping get through,
There are...
