Tristen was sent to the hospital today
He didn't show how scared he was
I really didn't believe he even was
He's always been so strong anyways.
Crying. That's how the day went. Just sorrow
Nothing happy.
I can't believe this.

Tristen died today. He just died and left me here.
I hate death.
When I died I couldn't stop crying. I don't think anything will feel right this year.
They tell me that we will be ok, that we'll get through.
I don't think they understand.
They tell me that I'll be fine and that everything is going to be all right.
I close my eyes and cup my hands over my ears.
I don't believe them.

Tristens been dead for three days now.
My life feels empty.
His older brother is taking this real hard.
I don't see much of him anymore.

People have been trying to help me.
I can tell everyone's mad at me.
They yell at me a lot
I don't really have a problem with it
I just sit there and take it.
Then they're comforting me again.
Everyone's so g****** inconsistent.

Then they told me that I need to move on with my life,
now that I did have a problem with.
I yelled back at them for the first time.
I yelled so loud i'm sure the entire neighborhood heard me.
They hit me and told me that I was being irrational.
I hated them for that,
I hated them because I knew they had every right to tell me so.
They apologized
But it's not their fault.

Tristens been dead for two weeks now.
My mind is empty, my bed is empty.
I have nightmares. They've gotten so bad I don't really sleep.
I have ones about zombies, ones about death and ones about Tristen,
I have a lot about Tristen.
Ones of his death playing over and over again.
Ones of him just missing, and crying for help.
I always wake up crying, I don't scream anymore. just cry in my sleep.
I'll wake up, cry and wish Tristen was still alive.
Those moments are the times where I want Tristen the most.
On those nights, I cry myself to sleep.

Absolutely nothing has been the same since Trsitens been gone.
Everything is empty.
My thoughts are empty, my mind is empty, my head is empty, my life is empty.
The same people are in it, but they've changed
They don't try to comfort me anymore
I don't really know what happened.
Maybe they just don't know what to say or do
But sometimes, I don't beleive that.

But everything feels empty to me.
And i'm not happy, no body is happy.
I'm not happy with death, it took Tristen.
Tristen is gone, and everyone is different.
Tristen is gone, and my heart feels empty.