I wish you could see me grandma.
I wish you were here to see me grow up.
But your not.
I need you more then you could know.
I remember how you could always sit with me and play pretend. And I would love it.
I was a kid .
Where have you been.
Why did you have to leave so soon?
It is so FREAKING hard without you.
I cry on my own. I get mad on my own. I laugh on my own. Because I am on my own.
But I think I will learn to survive alone.
I have learned that I will remain that way.
It's all I know.
Grandma please teach me how to survive.
YOU ARE READING
Excerpts From A Book Ill Never Write| #Wattys2018
Poetry©2017 By dallywinston1738 or Annaka Logue or Annaka Marie ||All rights reserved.|| ||Plagerism is punishable by law|| These silent thoughts were stuck in my head. Wanting, begging,pleading to be let out. They never ended up becoming more than a few...
