The Problem < 3

A problem with this is that there is no family. No meanign of being. No point of starting. But it can all change. The problem with that is when. Now, later, or never. I'll never know til it happens. But will it ever happeen. A problem I have. It gets worse every time I see you. The look on your face when you talk and your eyes when you sit there with your head down. A question. How do you feel. Do you think how we do. Do you wounder about our future. I do, thats the sad part. A problem. I cry to much. But its not bad because its about you. Problem. Its bad because your sick and there's nothing I can do about it. Your problem, is bad, too sad. The tears the many cries. I just sometimes wish you would die. But no. I need you in my life. But not like this. Problem. Where not together. You, me, Demika and Dewayne. What kind of family is not together. This one. But what are we. Does god her us. We pray about every night. He hears but doesnt answer. Why is this. Does he even care. We dont know. But I know. The problem. Is it because he's not answering. Nobody knows. A problem. The one other person I love more than anything in the world is trying to leave me. I understand why. But I dont wanna die. Nor her either. Not now. Til its time. What can I do. She doesnt know i kno. How can I stop her. I dont know. Who knows. Nobody. Problem. Who cares. Nobody but us and we cant do anything. I quote "The night has been long the wound has been deep, the pit has been dark and the walls have been steep." This istrue. Very true. But why does life have to be like this. Cruel punishment for what. Doing whats right. Idont know. Your problem. Will never change but is that true. Or one day will we be with you. Together, forever, as one.