I try to smile I really do, But it's hard if you've lost a best friend (or two)
I try to be happy, But can't you see? It's hard if you've lost a best friend (or three)
I try not to cry, And I've said this before, But it's hard if you've lost a best friend (or four)
I try not to hate myself But as you can derive, It's hard if you've lost a best friend (or five)
I try to trust you, But you can predict, It's hard if you've lost a best friend (or six)
I don't know where this came from...I wanted to write a rhyming poem, and here it is, I guess...this is the first poem I ever wrote, edited for HP, of course.