Two-and-twenty days ago, By your side stood I Shrouded in the garbs of grief Yet every cheek was dry In my hands were flowers To line the hole you'd dwell In my hands were flowers To send you off to hell I watched you lowered into the earth I listened to each hymn I thought about the bugs you'd feed And hoped they would be green You promised me forever. Yet, With a bloody knife You slashed into your promise And watched as every drop of life Ebbed out onto the rug No goodbye kiss No goodbye hug No anything at all Not anything at all
Reason for writing:
Nothing like this happened to me....I'm only 16!This was inspired by a book i read.
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