They say what's dead is never really gone.
They say all kinds of things
They say there are 5 stages of grief.
I feel a hundred.
They say you're in a better place.
But wouldn't that be with me?
What's better than being with the ones you love?
I know you're here.
6 feet under, the grass covers the dirt.
But I swear I can feel you.
In the wind on my neck.
In the whisper of the trees.
In the beating of my heart.
In the touch of the earth between my toes.
They say what's dead is never really gone.
They say all kinds of things.
They say there are 5 stages of grief.
I'm feeling a hundred.
I feel it every time I walk by your house.
Your school.
Your car.
Your friends.
I feel it every time I look in the mirror.
When I look in the mirror I don't see me.
I see you.
So I guess they're right.
What's dead is never really gone.
But what's gone is still dead.
And that's what is ripping my heart to shreds.
So, goodbye.
Take your grass and dirt and coffin and leave me behind with your friends and old life.
They say I need to tell you goodbye.
They say all kinds of things.
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Dreaming With Your Eyes Open
PoetryThey say what's dead is never really gone. They say all kinds of things They say there are 5 stages of grief. I feel a hundred. They say you're in a better place. But wouldn't that be with me? What's better than being with the ones you love? I k...
