What Hurts The Most.. [[rip]] Poem by Shannon Nicole

Long ago and still to this day,
I fear death and what can come of it.
One summer day,
It was a long, long summer day.
I looked into the eyes of a relative that has already passed.
(I'm sorry, I have to say. RIP.)
A few months before then,
I would space out and see the worst,
I would see his death.
I cried and cried,
Until I could cry no more.
The next weekend I saw him,
All clean and alive.
I wish I hadn't seen that terrible way,
Because that thought broke my heart.
A few weeks before he died,
I saw his face in my dream.
His eyes all glossy and glazed over,
His lips unmoving.
I could hear his voice until the next time I saw him,
He told me not forget about him.
There's a song that was my favorite that I can no longer hear,
Because that song was played in my thought and my dream.
That song was the one that he died to,
One that I cry to when I hear it.
The day before my dear uncle's death,
He told me to take care of myself and not to worry about him.
It scared me,
The thought of him and suicide.
Although this death was not on purpose,
It was a complete accident.
The day after his death,
My grandmother gave me a necklace that I keep real close to me.
She told me that he would have wanted me to have it,
Because I was somehow the savior of his mistakes.
Guess not this time, huh?
Seems this time,
I was the one that was too late.