if i don't say this i'll explode // a book of poetry

// entry fifty-one //

// She: I flip open the pages and I read all the words but all my books always tell me how written words can relate to how I hurt. The pain is finally surfacing and all I can do is frown and it is difficult to see it because from my lips there was no sound. I sat in my bedroom for hours upon end and no positive thought entered my mind. I had just lost a friend and her smile had brightened like a light. Her happiness was contagious a smile escaped my lips and whenever I saw her it became too hard to write about such greatness. Its hard to be a strong front for others who are grieving but I had to keep a calm face as it was hard to keep believing. My mind raced to the dreadful thought that anyone of us could at any time but it gave me somewhat of a hope and an encouraging sign. So many people overlook the saying "you only live once" they say because she is an example of how such a great person is not here today. She may not be here in flesh and bone, but in our hearts she'll be and she'll stay there forever, just watching us live in peace. //