They lower your coffin down.
Covering you with dirt.
I can't believe that you're gone.
I'm still repeating the same question in my head.
How?
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Everyone at school was quiet.
Nobody talked.
Neither did the teachers.
Everyone's eyes were tired and sad.
It was a day of silence for the girl who killed herself.
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I used to visit you everyday after school.
I would place a dozen white roses on your grave, next to the colorful flowers that other people put down.
The cold hard stone always taunted me.
I tried to not notice the name written on it.
But it was hard.
They used to tell me to be strong and hold on.
But how can I do that
When I'm already dead?
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If You Died
Short StoryThe title says it all. Remember, no matter what you're going through and how horrible it is, you'll get through it because you're strong. Check out my other awareness short story books!
