The death of a loved one is awfully hard to get over
sitting in your room with the door locked, crying your troubles away.
Sometimes you wish you were there, up with them.
You pray, you tell them 'Please, Please! Don't leave! '
And when you get no answer, you get even more upset.
Losing someone is the worst thing in the world.
spending those long, anxious hours at the beach,
waiting for some kind of sign, A ray of happiness.
But once again, nothing.
You get more angry than sad after a while, angry at everything.
You're constantly asking 'Why, why did you leave me here in the horrible place? '
But we just have to think,
one day we will be with them again.
It may not come as quick as we expect, but we will see them.
So when you have lost someone so dear, remember that and you will get through it alot easier.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem