Finding His Way

No one said it would be easy,
but then again,
no one understands it like I do.
We could spend forever
telling him how we feel,
and still,
he would have no idea at all.
I'm sorry you're going through this now,
I'm sorry I'm not there to hold you
at night,
to tell you I understand,
because believe me, 
I do.
I spent four months in your Hell,
I know what you're going through,
I just wish it would be over for you,
that you'd find peace the way I did.
I promise, there will be light at the end,
just keep your eyes open and find it.