I Haven't Moved On

See whenever someone dies, I feel its like everyone who has previously died has died again. 
I was doing well the first two weeks, but I'm not so well anymore.

I was keeping myself busy. I was making dinners and doing homework that wasn't due and I changed oil in a car, which is something I'd never otherwise do.  Most of the time, I don't know what day it is, I don't understand what time it is, my sleeping habits are ruined. I hit the wall hard.
This is my accomplishment for the week.

I'm sure that you have all experienced a loss before.  Maybe not of a parent but maybe a grandparent, great aunt, family friend, something.  Remember how hard that loss was for you and your family, how hard it was for your parents.  Do you remember how much easier it was with your best friends there with you, to help you out through those times? They made you consider smiling, or they were just there and it provided comfort.
My best friends died in a car a year and a half ago. And right now, I'm wishing I died with them.  It's not that I don't have friends now, I just don't have the best friends like before.

I wish my best friends were here.
I wish my mom was here.
I wish my life wasn't like this.