My heart was torn open, as was the casket.
His once bright eyes were dead, his once tan skin was pale.
The way his mother cried, it killed me even more inside.
\"He was a good man\" was all anyone dared to say.
He had his problems, his issues, but who doesn\'t?
\"I\'m sorry\" is all anyone would say to me, I don\'t know why though,
it wasn\'t their fault, it was mine. I couldn\'t save him.
At the burial all I saw was a sea of black.
During the moment of silence you could hear a pin drop.
No one shed a tear at the burial, I don\'t think they dared to.
Not in front of me, they know I\'d break, and no one likes it when people break.
But that\'s what happened with him, David was his name.
A couple days later I went and read his stone.
\"David Harman Dec. 4, 1996 - Sept. 23, 2013\" was all the stone read.
He was like me without him, dead.