Too Many Dry Tears

i awake to the sound of my broken heartbeat the feeling of a struggling survivor tring to maintain my grip on reality is slowly easing up times are getting harder to cope with the fact that you are gone no one understands the pressure mounting inside my once occupied being you left me here to linger in your problems my emotions are blocked by internal suffocation rejection from any one who tries to make me understand i live for the moment because the futures too far away they stole your life from you and gave themselves a name my friend my amigo my brethren you are all i know you came into this world blazing guns and left it riddled by bullets somewhere in the HEAVENS you rest up above here on earth i dont sleep reminiscing on what was you showed me how it was to be a real cat holding on to your beliefs and raising your family peole say you lived on the edge i say they never lived at all to come back home on that day and find out they took you away in such a midevil fashion was too much i still choke up when i think of you its crazy because time will never erase the past it only makes things worse well if all i can do to communicate with you is write a poem and remembering you then for this moment we are together living loving and resting forever I MISS YOU PRESTON!!!