It stated with a text,
"What's up mom?"
"I'll be there when I'm dressed."
"But why mom?"
nothing else,
confused, hurt, sad

Bell rang for sixth,
loud, hard, ringing in my head,
still confused, still hurt, still sad,
called to the office,
mom and grandma puffy eyed

"What happened mom?"
"It's your dad."
"My dad...?"
"He's in the hospital...
a coma...
procedure was rushed...
went straight to brain...
coma..."

"What are we doing?"
"Driving to San Antonio...
go pack, we'll see him,
one...
last...
time..."

Held his hand the whole time,
praying his eyes would open,
he'd sit up,
he'd smile,
he'd laugh,
he'd joke like he did before

Tears rolling down my face,
asking God why
why now,
why here,
why me,
why him

Heart breaking in my chest,
beating,
breaking,
beating,
breaking

Had to take him off life support
December the 19th
and all I wanted to do was scream,
NO!
NOT YET!
A FEW MORE DAYS!
PLEASE!
please...
no.

I'm dying inside,
dying,
dying,
dead.

I'm a broken hearted,
fatherless,
depressed child,
being eated away,
by the grief I can't handle

There's no way I'll make it through alone... no one even sees
that I can't do it
without hi,