Not A Poem.. Just Me.

This will not be a rhyming poem,
It may not be a poem at all.
I just wanted to say a few things...
A story, if you will, of what I feel.

The death of a loved one is a great thing to behold
No one knows what is going on inside.
They think it's just sorrow and loss, but it's much more than that.
I can't explain it, but I'll try.

When your best friend moves away and you know you'll never see them again, that's what it's like.
I think of my Mum sometimes, and I get scared.
I can't imagine being dead, I just hope that I'll get to see her again.

Love is the second thing I'd like to discuss tonight.
I'd kill for her, I'd die for her.
But does she know this? No.
Just a friend is all we are, all we'll ever be.

And there is anger in my heart.. I don't know where it came from.
But here it is, burning my soul like a hot poker against a cow's hide.
I hate my father, I hate my friends,
I just wish I knew why.

I hope you read this, for this is what I feel.
Feeling is what I don't want to do.
Because If i did not feel,
I'd surely know what to do.