Its hard to stop Crying of pain You hear a voice that will not stop Life is a never ending steem of terror Dying Dying Dying You will soon, but you cannot face it You feel like you could explode into small pieces of sharp glass So everytime a piece hits the ground it feel like life is coming down Everyone gives you a piece of there heart But when they die that piece goes with them That is the feeling when you find out some one you trully loved is gone But one must remind themselves that a body will die but the soul lives forever
Reason for writing:
My grandfathers death
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