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At nineteen you were far too young To take your final breath, And though these sixteen years have passed, I'm haunted by your death I think about how life would be If you had never died, I think about what you'd be like, If only you'd survived I'm older now than you were then, I wish that you were here, The sister that I never had, I'd share with you, my fears Like whether I could be a mom When I always want to cry Or how sometimes I feel so sad I wish that I could die I wish that when I spoke to you That you could answer back I know that you would talk me round You always had the nak I feel so lonely all the time But wear my bravest face I never let them see me cry In sadness's embrace
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Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 6:48 PM UTC
Sixteen years
At nineteen you were far too young To take your final breath, And though these sixteen years have passed, I'm haunted by your death I think about how life would be If you had never died, I think about what you'd be like, If only you'd survived I'm older now than you were then, I wish that you were here, The sister that I never had, I'd share with you, my fears Like whether I could be a mom When I always want to cry Or how sometimes I feel so sad I wish that I could die I wish that when I spoke to you That you could answer back I know that you would talk me round You always had the nak I feel so lonely all the time But wear my bravest face I never let them see me cry In sadness's embrace
LonelyGirl
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Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 6:48 PM UTC
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