-day forty four-
Once I woke up today the pain was a little better physically, but emotionally it was worse. I cry and grab your red checkered hoodie and trow it on. I grab a blanket and take some anti depressants and drive to you grave. once I get there I sit down and wrap myself in the blanket and talk to you. I talk about how I miss you and how much I needed to be with you. witch by the way is so much it's unbearable. after I talk I sing. I sing the song, if I die young and then curl up beside you and start to doze. I hum the song repeatedly and eventually fall asleep beside you.
If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love songUh oh, uh oh
Lord make me a rainbow, I'll shine down on my mother
She'll know I'm safe with you when she stands under my colors, oh,
And life ain't always what you think it ought to be, no
Ain't even grey, but she buries her babyThe sharp knife of a short life, oh well
I've had just enough timeIf I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love songThe sharp knife of a short life, oh well
I've had just enough timeAnd I'll be wearing white, when I come into your kingdom
I'm as green as the ring on my little cold finger,
I've never known the lovin' of a man
But it sure felt nice when he was holdin' my hand,
There's a boy here in town, says he'll love me forever,
Who would have thought forever could be severed by......the sharp knife of a short life, oh well?
I've had just enough timeSo put on your best, boys, and I'll wear my pearls
What I never did is doneA penny for my thoughts, oh, no, I'll sell 'em for a dollar
They're worth so much more after I'm a goner
And maybe then you'll hear the words I been singin'
Funny when you're dead how people start listenin'If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love songUh oh (uh, oh)
The ballad of a dove (oh, uh)
Go with peace and love
Gather up your tears, keep 'em in your pocket
Save 'em for a time when you're really gonna need 'em, ohThe sharp knife of a short life, oh well
I've had just enough timeSo put on your best, boys, and I'll wear my pearls.
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FanfictionMitch passes away and Jerome isn't coping well, follow him as he struggles to cope with his bestfriends death