You've never told me what to do.

You never told me how I could move on.

Not sure what you wanted me to do or say at your funeral, but cry, yet I couldn't even do that.

I was numb to the emotions around me.

Your mother crying, your father mourning, and your younger brother sobbing along with your mother.

I knew I couldn't face any of them ever again.

All I see is you when I look into their eyes; especially your brother.

His big blue eyes and brown hair, damn it Lois it's you.

I loved you.

Lois, I loved you.

No, I love you.

Just don't expect me to escape to heaven with you.
Yes
I'll be going to hell.

-Damian