It was getting late
I hadn't cried yet
But it kept replaying in my head
Our conversation
Then him driving into the grass
And then the incident
Over and over
The flip
The flop
The speed
The extreme of it
And that's when it hit me
I will cry
I will cry in the dark
With my headphones in
Not yet
Not in front of my sister
Because she doesn't realize or know he could be dead
And I know mom won't tell her
She'll tell both of us he will survive
But moms lie sometimes
For the better usually
:/
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PoetryMy life. Kinda intense. And private I just needed to let go of it. But be respectful please bc that is my up and downs and it might seem really bad or really good but just remember we all live a different life and this is me trying to live mine to t...
