When I met you we where 13, there was so much we hadn't seen But by 14, I was happy to call you my brother and together we wouldn't have to suffer. Crying together outside the classroom talking about suicide but never thought it would take you too. I fkn miss you dude Everytime I shed a tear at least one of them is for you. When I found out you passed I was driving in the car, lucky Malik was there because by the time I pulled over I didn't know what to do. A piece of my died in that moment know I couldn't save you from it but we pushed through. Reminiscing of coffee every morning on your front porch, now those days seemed too short By 18, we both had problems on the grog, I asked you if you needed help because I needed to stop And you told me that "you gotta take care of yourself, but it's not my time yet" Should have I pushed to help you more? Would maybe you wouldn't end up in morgue? But lost sight and couldn't do anymore. I'm so thankfull Parker forgot something at that party at we could say goodbye properly for the last time just didn't think it would be forever. It's been 4 years since and now that I finally sober it feels like I have to deal with the pain again. I miss you brother and you will always have my love, couldn't think of anyone more worthy to be the first to meet my son