Post traumatic stress has gotten the best of me after we dug your grave, and laid you to rest. I got that feeling in my chest, and I can't comprehend the pain inside my head, and a broken heart that will never mend, after saying goodbye to my best friend. I couldn't sit back and watch you die, I couldn't stand to know you were in pain, I wasn't prepared for this yet but I know that I'll never forget, each day we spent, and how much they meant. You left a mark and made a dent in my heart and in my head. How could we forget? This house seems so quiet now, sometimes I still can hear you breathing, or sense you laying next to me, and I know you'll always be on my mind