I remember seeing her face. Cold and lifeless. Sitting in a coffin that should not be hers. I remember the feeling I got upon looking at the make up caked face and feeling like this is so not her. She hated make up. She always saw the natural beauty kept inside you and brought it out. but I remember how that person was no longer with us. I remember the feeling like someone had ripped out my heart, taken a bite and put it back in. My knees went week and I had trouble standing. I cried and I cried nit caring who saw it. No matter how many times they told me that this body laying before you is no longer her, that it was just a body that she occupied that she is now somewhere far happier than we are. I could not shake the gut wrenching feeling of seeing my best friends body lying in a casket. it is branded into my mind. As well as all the wretched feelings that came with the image. It's a hard pain to describe. Seeing your friends body, something no One should ever have to see. The hardest pains are the hardest to describe.
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Life
PoetryThis is really just my feelings put into a bunch of poems. most of it is relvolved around a tradgedy that happened, where my best friend was hit by a semi and passed away. so many of these poems are about how life is too short. hope you enjoy!
