Don't Leave I Need You.

As I stand over your grave and cry, I can't help but wonder, where did you go? It's been three years that I've been without you, my brother, I miss you so much! Life hasn't been the same without you here with us, Jim. No one laughs anymore. Everyone misses that shit-eating grin of yours, we miss it so much. That smile, I never thought I could miss it so much. Only until I heard the news that you were gone, that's when I realized I would forever miss it. Jimmy, be proud of us while we live out your legacy please? We're going on; we're doing this for the fucking fans, and you.

When I seen the news I died inside. My heart sank and I sulked to the floor and stared absently at the wall. Jimmy, what, no! He wouldn't leave us! He can't leave all his fans, his family, his brothers, me. Jimmy, who was always so carefree and happy. He wouldn't sink down to the hollow depths of death, would he? It could never be imagined that Jimmy would be gone. He was in our lives for eighteen years and now he's gone? How could you leave us that way, where did you go, three years ago? Three years we've dealt with waking up to see nothing in the tour bus bunk where YOU are suppose to be. Let me tell you that it hurts to see you not banging on the drums behind us as we play on stage. It hurts to not feel your comforting embrace as we stand around and talk about old times, your hand always on someone's shoulder.

Jimmy, why would you leave us? We ask those questions over and over again as we sit in a huddle crying.