The storys become unreal
as you are no longer here to tell
the laughs become so fake
as you are not here to laugh
the games become lonley
as your not here to play
the house becomes peaceful
as your not here to speak
the family becomes closed up
as your not here to see
you become the most important person
becuase your not here
so if i died
then do i become as important?
the times we had
have now gone very fast
the jokes we played
became the very last
everything we shared together
has now become the past
the times you got angry and hit the wall
now become a place where there is dents
when we use to go to the park and play
has now become a memory
the loving brother/father i once had
has disappeared from my life
i sit and think about everything
as your someone nothing can replace
hoping you have realised now your dead
the smile has left my face.
