Friends and family come together
There is strength in numbers and we are strong
I am a rock for my sister and mother to lean on
I miss you
I talk to people
They say it isn’t good to keep things bottled up
Let the tears flow into the cold night with arms wrapped around me
And I miss you
Schoolwork has to get done
Somehow I remember chemistry and history in the midst of chaos
I solve equations and analyze poetry
Still I miss you
Back to the normal busy schedule
Waking up before the sun to prepare for a tough day
Walk down the hallway to my locker
Oh how I miss you
Playing cello for the musical
Shoulders aching, but harmonizing well
I finally pack up my instrument for the day
Realize I miss you
Go over a friend’s house
I can’t help but smile at the surprise party my friends have put together
I turn into a five year old again playing on floors of lava and inhaling helium
But I miss you
Tuck myself into bed at night
I hope that tomorrow will be a good day and pray for sweet dreams
I slowly drift off to sleep with tears rolling down my cheeks
I will always miss you
Feb 21, 2012
Feb 21, 2012 at 6:54 PM UTC
Friends and family come together
There is strength in numbers and we are strong
I am a rock for my sister and mother to lean on
I miss you
I talk to people
They say it isn’t good to keep things bottled up
Let the tears flow into the cold night with arms wrapped around me
And I miss you
Schoolwork has to get done
Somehow I remember chemistry and history in the midst of chaos
I solve equations and analyze poetry
Still I miss you
Back to the normal busy schedule
Waking up before the sun to prepare for a tough day
Walk down the hallway to my locker
Oh how I miss you
Playing cello for the musical
Shoulders aching, but harmonizing well
I finally pack up my instrument for the day
Realize I miss you
Go over a friend’s house
I can’t help but smile at the surprise party my friends have put together
I turn into a five year old again playing on floors of lava and inhaling helium
But I miss you
Tuck myself into bed at night
I hope that tomorrow will be a good day and pray for sweet dreams
I slowly drift off to sleep with tears rolling down my cheeks
I will always miss you
I wrote this poem about a week after my dad committed suicide
