Will This Pain Ever Leave?

Not left the bed in a while no light reaching through my appetite is fucked and so is my will to keep going since the news of your passing I've been giving up slowly declining, not leaving my room my arms are covered in wounds and my memory is filled with scars it's not fair, why you had to go if only it was me in your place I wish it was me instead you were family, you were almost two I'm sorry I wasn't there in your final moments I'll never forget...