My skin was red
In the dark of night.
Cut up, it bled.
No sign of fright.
The pain I was feeling
Felt so real.
To wake in the morning
No sign of heal.
News that break
My heart in two.
I really can’t take
What I have to do.
Someone really close,
Slept and never woke.
The one I love the most,
Formed tears and made me choke.
As the day goes by,
I laugh and sometimes cry.
Oh please! Don’t pick and pry,
For I,
Woke to death.
This is in memory of Grandma who passed away in her sleep last night. God help me to not go crazy or suffer. I just know I’m going to break down at some point.