~quick back story. nena is my grandma and she passed away about 6 months ago and i wrote this a few days after she passed.~
i hate sitting in my room this late at night,
i hate sitting in my room this late at night,
and the only thing i can do is write.
i hate being the only one who can hear the dog
whining and crying,
but if i said i wasn’t doing the same thing i’d be lying.
i hate how i can’t do anything for the dog who has lost her home,
the only thing i can think of is giving her a bone.
it’s hard to watch the people around you get so sad about someone passing away,
but it’s just the circle of life, so they say.
it’s 4am and the only thing i can do is rhyme,
i just wish i could’ve been there for her all the time.
but i can’t sit here and let my regrets pile up,
so i just let things get in the way and interrupt.
we all miss her and the things she used to say,
like how i used to come home from school and she’d ask me, “how was your day?”
i wish i would’ve appreciated the little things,
like how she would always show me her rings.
i understand it was her time to go,
but couldn’t it of waited until one last show.
i hate missing someone who’s already gone,
because there’s nothing i can do besides move on.
i didn’t think it would effect me this much,
but now i would do anything to feel her touch.
i hate sitting here sounding all sad,
but if i didn’t say something soon i would’ve gotten mad.
it may seem like i don’t have any emotion towards this whole situation,
but i just couldn’t find the right explanation.
so now i’m writing this at 4am explaining what i had to,
so nena, wherever you are, i love you.
