Funeral Poem by Ana xxx

The white spring of roses
Holding a black funeral of grief
People walking by the wall
Walking like they are going to the edge
Of there dreams...
And everybody cries in silence
And everybody walks
The heavy heads of thoughts
Of wet tears
And everybody wonders how could she
Kill herself, with her bear hands
How could she slit her wrists?
But nobody thinks about the reasons for her to do
Depression the sin invaded her
She screamed for your help people
And no one heard her!
You said she's spoiled!
And she's drama queen,
Now what do they think about her?
Slowly they reach the grave
Get down on their knees
To pray the last goodbye
For her
The white roses are melting
Over the grave, falling to the floor
No one sees...
The sky cries suddenly
In rain...
People run away to their homes
Leaving her alone again