Moving On

You've been gone for a little over a year.
But the day of your death is fresh in my mind.
Like it had only happened yesterday.
Only yesterday you had been laughing and talking with your family.
Only yesterday you had gone to school without a care in the world.
Only yesterday you were murdered in the bathroom of your new school.
Only yesterday I was on the sidewalk sobbing.
Yes, the memories are still there.
And everytime I think of you
I cry a single tear.
But I brush it away quickly.
Yes, everyone's still a little touched.
You're sister, I can tell, misses you every day.
Your brother doesn't talk much anymore.
I can't go a single day without thinking
'What would it have been like if he were here today?'
And everyday I cry.
I shed tears, because you were my big brother, James.
The one God forgot to give me.
You were the guy who protected me.
You were the guy who threatened to beat up the guys who had hurt me.
You were the guy who could always make me laugh, no matter what.
No matter if you were in a bad mood or a good one
you always made time to talk to me
ask me how school was going.
I miss you James.
Plain and simple.
Why else would I still be upset?
But I know you wouldn't like me to be upset.
You'd want me to continue my life, without a care in the world.
And I will James.
Because now that everything's written out for everyone to see
I can move on.
You'll always be a part of me
But the part that won't hurt anymore.
The part that I can still hear.
Your voice, talking to me, giving me the best advice ever.
'Life Sucks. You know it, I know it. Move on.'