When my granny died

You hear the news

It's not good

There will be no cure

They will be gone soon

It doesn't make since

It's not true

It can’t be

How could god do this
To such a wonderful person

The hugs of comfort, the hugs of love

The hug of my grandma

It will be gone

It try not to cry
It doesn't matter
My eyes fill with sadness

I'm going under
I try to breath but I barely can

Tears are falling, going unrecognized

I'm barely here,   I don't feel alive

A zombie of sadness

Wishing
and wishing
and wishing

I could die so I could see her

one last time.