They say you can only cry so much.
But I think they, are wrong.
I mean I can't stop crying.
Even the teachers have noticed,
And everyone knows of their ignorance.
I just wish,
That I could stop crying.
It's hard, I mean whenever I look somewhere,
Something reminds me of her.
Nothing will ever will ever be the same, will it?
my head was just getting ready to help her.
Of course, life never wants you to succeed.
YOU ARE READING
The Life of Another Death
PoetryHer pain brought her death, Her death brought their pain, Their pain gave you this story.