I lost you, not to a coffin and not to a stove. I didn't lose you to a picture on a milk carton. I lost you to the black and with you followed two more. I didn't just lose you, I lost three.
Regardless of my diagnoses, this day I grieve every year without you. There's really only one thing that eases my mind, "I can't help you fix yourself but at least I can say I tried. I'm sorry but I gotta move on with own life." -Pappa Roach, 'Scars'.