Thoughts of an Under-Average Girl

Another Day, Another Sorrow

I cannot breathe,

I'm six feet under,

Heart beating in another,

Their bed beneath,

The newly packed dirt,

And fresh made headstone,

RIP to the kindest man ever known,

Who never showed how he hurt,

We may never know why,

Such a gift to us became corrupted,

I pray into heaven he is accepted,

And ignore the pain of never saying goodbye.

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Nearly 10 months since I lost him... Yet it's still hard to believe he's really gone. I keep expecting him to just walk up one day, hey! Surprise! It was a joke..a horrible horrible joke.. I would take that fantasy over this reality any day.. I miss you best friend..