The tears I cried when I found out you were dead are still there and some I still shed. Sometimes I feel like giving up, because the sunshine is gone, my once grandmother is away and she's never coming. Even for all the tears I cry she's dead, but I still ask god why? Why did she, of all people have to die. She's never done anything, but that one thing called "DRUGS". Her so called friend gave it to her,and she died. Her selfcentered husband drove around while she was laying there. No breathe did she make ever again take, nor a move did she make. She's gone and I can't do anything about that anymore, but wait till my time to see her once more.
By: Brittani
