R.I.P.
this is a poem/play that i wrote. not finished yet. what do u guys think? theres 3 characters: me, my mom and my uncle chris who has passedd away on christmas, before i could finish this. god rest his soul.

MOM - He asks himself who am I now
He can’t stand up, he just falls down
He cant feel pain
Cuz he stands on deaths lane
When all he has is nothing,
He continues to look for loving
The loving he never had
It makes his spiritit feel oh so bad
So now he withers away
Cuz once again, he has no love today

Chris-I don’t wana live like this anymore
Im dyeing from the core
So many regrets, so many misunderstood concepts
Waiting to here I love you,
But he wouldn’t say that I knew
Im just ready to dye
Im tired of living this lye

Me-I just cant watch him dye
Im not ready to say goodbye
They say so many things
And pain is all it brings
They say, all they wana do is make him as comfortable as possible
All I can say is, well, that this disease, it has to be stoppable
There has to be another way
Cuz well, him dyeing, is just not ok

Chris-Its my time to go
God has said so
He will take me to a better place
Where I can finally once again keep with the pace
All ive seen, all ive done
Om just goona let the memories go
Let them run
Im giving up cuz theres nothing to fight for
Im giving up, cuz im nocking on deaths door

Mom-I sit with him, let us talk
I sit with him, cuz he can not walk
Hee is my brother
We both suffered from no real mother
I will miss him so much even though we fought
I’ll even miss the times that he got me cought
Cuz I know you don’t deserve this!
Im just trying to say I love you chris!

Me-I see him swallow so many pills
that’s the real reason cancer kills
He feels like nothing but bone
His fate is no longer his own
Now I can see it in his glazed over eyes
Hes ready to say goodbye
But…am I ready?
I feel so unsteady
How do I show love
When he is ready to be taken from above
How to show that I care
Even though we all know what hes going through is not really fair
Andim tired of the same old phrase
It brings me into an emotional craze
Tired of them sayin “spend as much time with him as you can
Why, so he can see me cry again?

Chris- (note: my nickname is jamie) Hey jamie I think im dyein
And no, don’t you start cryin
Cuz I know your strong
Don’t prove me wrong
And listen…I just want you yo know, when I leave
I don’t want you to greave

Me-And now its almost Christmas day
And even more on his death bed he lay
Last Christmas all he wanted was a year
And that’s all hes getting I fear
He is unaware of him self
Cuz hes falling off his emotional shelf
(verse not finished yet. what do you think?

Dedicated to my uncle chris. RIP

R.I.P.
this is a poem/play that i wrote. not finished yet. what do u guys think? theres 3 characters: me, my mom and my uncle chris who has passedd away on christmas, before i could finish this. god rest his soul.

MOM - He asks himself who am I now
He can’t stand up, he just falls down
He cant feel pain
Cuz he stands on deaths lane
When all he has is nothing,
He continues to look for loving
The loving he never had
It makes his spiritit feel oh so bad
So now he withers away
Cuz once again, he has no love today

Chris-I don’t wana live like this anymore
Im dyeing from the core
So many regrets, so many misunderstood concepts
Waiting to here I love you,
But he wouldn’t say that I knew
Im just ready to dye
Im tired of living this lye

Me-I just cant watch him dye
Im not ready to say goodbye
They say so many things
And pain is all it brings
They say, all they wana do is make him as comfortable as possible
All I can say is, well, that this disease, it has to be stoppable
There has to be another way
Cuz well, him dyeing, is just not ok

Chris-Its my time to go
God has said so
He will take me to a better place
Where I can finally once again keep with the pace
All ive seen, all ive done
Om just goona let the memories go
Let them run
Im giving up cuz theres nothing to fight for
Im giving up, cuz im nocking on deaths door

Mom-I sit with him, let us talk
I sit with him, cuz he can not walk
Hee is my brother
We both suffered from no real mother
I will miss him so much even though we fought
I’ll even miss the times that he got me cought
Cuz I know you don’t deserve this!
Im just trying to say I love you chris!

Me-I see him swallow so many pills
that’s the real reason cancer kills
He feels like nothing but bone
His fate is no longer his own
Now I can see it in his glazed over eyes
Hes ready to say goodbye
But…am I ready?
I feel so unsteady
How do I show love
When he is ready to be taken from above
How to show that I care
Even though we all know what hes going through is not really fair
Andim tired of the same old phrase
It brings me into an emotional craze
Tired of them sayin “spend as much time with him as you can
Why, so he can see me cry again?

Chris- (note: my nickname is jamie) Hey jamie I think im dyein
And no, don’t you start cryin
Cuz I know your strong
Don’t prove me wrong
And listen…I just want you yo know, when I leave
I don’t want you to greave

Me-And now its almost Christmas day
And even more on his death bed he lay
Last Christmas all he wanted was a year
And that’s all hes getting I fear
He is unaware of him self
Cuz hes falling off his emotional shelf
(verse not finished yet. what do you think?

Dedicated to my uncle chris. RIP