The tears won't stop I can hardly see I don't understand Where I am Or what I'm doing there It takes a few minutes To realise That my best friend Didn't just die Bc I have no friends It takes a little while To realise That I'm in My bedroom And not in The streets Of Chicago I miss my friend And I miss That family But they're Not real For it was only A book And not reality
I read a lot and get transported into the world's and everytime a book ends it feels like a piece of me is missing. I hope you like the poem.