When you died

My memories of you are faded,
My pictures of you are dated.
8-29 is when you died,
8-31 is when I cried.

You were everything I had,
And nothing was really bad.
Until the day you left me,
Then I said how could this be.

I cant stop thinking about why you would cry,
Then I realized it, when you said goodbye.
I needed you in my life,
So you left me for a knife.