I know you're gone
But I can't help but wonder
If you're coming back
For me
Sometimes I miss you
Sooo much that
It hurts
And I may look
Happy on the outside
But if you felt
How I felt
Then and only then...
You'd understand
You're still gone
And not coming back
I loose courage and hope
Knowing that death
Could be around
Every corner
This loud, wild, girl
Has turned quiet and shy
From those painful scars
(Spring 2008, Age 11, Door County, Wisconsin)
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