Poetry Feelings

six

you write your letters saying goodbye,
you hope this time it'll be your last try
you speak your last words, breathe
your last breaths,
then you succeed, it was the last test

your mom comes in crying, what have
you done?
there you are lying in some blood and
a gun.
your dad comes in after and stand in
shock.
time went by and the only sound
was the clock,
they call the paramedics,
they pronounce you dead.
all they think is if what they should've
said.
they tell your friends who collapse
crying, all they can think
is that they are lying.

it's now your funeral, you thought
no one cared.
but everyone speaks about the times
they have shared.
everyone will think about how greatly
your missed,
and how you weren't even old enough
to have your first kiss.
people all thought you were the happy
child. little did they know
your mind was just wild.

months had gone by, nothing has
changed, and your room is still
locked up,
and will remain the same.