My Final Goodbye Friend

Nobody comprehends the way I feel

why the great kick the bucket so exceptionally youthful,

my reality feels always cloudy however,

I don't reveal to it

my reality like a sloppy puddle,

when I consider you,


When I cry I let myself know "quit crying you don't cry"

At that point I recollect why I feel a tormenting agony in me.

She's now dead get over it I listen,

its truly not that simple

Regardless of how hard I attempt I'll never get you back.

I lie when I say I'm alright to go to class and face each one of those hopeless appearances.

My head feels shady,

as I remain before the school solidified in my strides.

The breeze flicks my hair forward and backward,

the day feels colder than normal

colder than winter,

Since she is not there to warm it with her vicinity.

Noiselessly shouting to be heard as the world keeps twirling around me.

She was not just an instructor who taught me straightforward stuff I exceed expectations in today,

Anyhow, a companion.

She's gone now however I'm approve,

I cry in light of the fact that I never got the opportunity to say farewell.

I can now feel her vicinity surrounding me,

She is my watchman holy messenger.

I now can say how she kicked the bucket without sobbing uncontrollably,

"heart issues" I will dependably fuss,

It's in the hands of God and I will

never question his choices.

Since she is still here observing over me.

This is my last farewell companion I'll never at any point overlook you,

Rest in Peace.

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