We grew up together and we had so much fun.
You taught me everything and today I even know how to run.
You were like a brother to me because I only have a sister.
We were so close that even people thought we were brothers.

You protected me from bullies and I still thank you for that.
When death took you I was scandalized.
They told me you were pounced.
I was so angry that I wanted to avenge your death.
But vendetta was never a solution.
I am still struggling to heal.

I could not attend your funeral because of my studies.
But I did visit you at the cemetery to apologise.
And I hope and wish you accepted my apology.

I forgave myself for not trying harder to save you.
You chose your path and I did my best trying to pull you from it because it was bad.
I still remember everything that was said by your dad.
I always prayed that God could make you a better person.
But God had other plans.

I am still struggling to heal.
Sometimes I would wake up with a wish that was just a dream.
My wounds are so sore as if they will never heal.
Now I know the devil was made for one skill nothing else but to kill.
You will always remain in my heart forever and I will never forget you.
You were the best cousin ever and I love you for that.
But i’m still struggling to heal.