Why did he die?
How could he have died?
Too many questions not answered.
I do not understand it.

Why did he fall?
He left me.
My father and my brothers try to comfort me.
But it doesn’t matter.
He is dead.

I can feel darkness taking over.
It is eating me from the inside.
I am dying.
Dying of a broken heart.

It has been some weeks,
and still I do not know,
if I am going to live or die.
A fine line now seperates me,
between the leaving
and the staying.

I admit I am scared.
I do not remember anything.
Not even his name.
I barely know my father.
I want to know what is happening.
But I forgot.

What is happening?
Why is everybody crying?
Where am I?
Then I see it.
I see myself.
Pale and cold in my bed.
And I understand.
I am dying within the next days.