death hurts
it always doesbut sometimes it's unbearable
the kind of death where you had an amazing day
when you think your perfect day is coming to an end
your dad picks you up,
and he seems really quiet,
and downyour happy mood calms down a bit
when you walk in the door to see your mother's back,
and your brother sitting on the couchto feel your father's hand on your back,
asking for you to sit downto hear that a loved one passed away,
and they don't even know whythat they won't know why because they can't touch the body for a few days
the cold
lonely
bodydeath hurts
but when you dont expect it,
it does more than hurt youit destroys you.
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Poetrysome random poetry enjoy if you want to, comment anything, mean or sweet, it's all up to you (: