Last night I cried as I lay in bed,
Remembering Jason, before he was dead.
Trying to think of the last thing he said.
And now all that's left is a grave stone instead.
I visited it today, and looked at the sky.
Mum read the inscription, but this time didn't cry.
She usually does, and I never knew why,
I can still remember the day you died.
We had just moved to the new house and you were staying near by,
Mum found you on the floor and she knew you had died,
I've only just realized that this really has happened to me,
You left your son Joshua behind, how selfish can you be?
Jason why did you do it? why was life so hard?
It's this point in my life I need a big brother to help and to guide,
I read other poems about people who have O.D.'d
And I never thought it could happen to me.
I know it's dad's fault, he wasn't your dad Jason,
He hated you.
Thats why I hate him, so why do I blame myself too?
Oh sh-it, as I'm writing this it's all just to much,
I'm crying again, my words are starting to smudge.
I better finish up by saying I miss you Jason, and I can't forget you.
And for what you've done, I will always forgive you.
