Gone

You worked so hard all these years.

Blood. Sweat. Tears.

I was so immature, I placed friends over family.

I placed money over true prosperity.

I was so immersed in materialism that I couldn't see you were in pain.

While I wore fancy jackets and jeans you wore clothes full of stain.

Why couldn't I notice it earlier?

Why couldn't I realize it faster?

You never realize what you've got until it's gone.

I never realized what a family I've had until I've had to say my goodbyes.

Now that I've said my goodbyes, it'll be a while until I can say my hellos.

Those around me say I've matured. That I can take care of myself.

It's now my turn to take the burdens.

Though I'm blown to pieces inside, I'll never show it.

They'll always know me as others say.

It's my turn to cry.

It's my turn to toil.

Please. Even if I grow weak and cry, I hope your eyes never bear tears.

Know that I'll always try.