I've been staring at your picture...
After almost seven months you would think it would get easier.
That I would just accept that you are no longer part of this life.
I just can't...
I look at your pictures as it seems like you are still here,
and I should be holding you in my arms.
That cute little face should be growing now.
You should be getting your first teeth.
You never will though because you died.
You died.
You died.
You died.
It will never be real.
I'll never be the same.
I miss you so so much.
I love you.
I need you to be alive,
but you're not.
I don't know how I have made it this long without you.
I don't know how I will make it to the end without you.