My Teacher, My Friend
No one understands the way I feel
why the good die so very young,
my world feels constantly hazy though,
I do not show it
my world like a muddy puddle,
when I think about you,
When I cry I tell myself "stop crying you don't cry"
Then I remember why I feel a torturing pain in me.
She's already dead get over it I hear,
it's really not that easy
No matter how hard I try I'll never get you back.
I lie when I say I'm okay to go to school and face all those miserable faces.
My head feels cloudy,
as I stand in front of the school frozen in my steps.
The breeze flicks my hair back and forth,
the day feels colder than usual
colder than winter,
Because she is not there to warm it with her presence.
Silently screaming to be heard as the world continues swirling around me.
She was not only a teacher who taught me simple stuff I excel in today,
But a friend.
She's gone now but I'm okay,
I cry because I never got to say goodbye.
I can now feel her presence all around me,
She is my guardian angel.
I now can say how she died without bursting into tears,
"heart problems" I will always whimper,
It's in the hands of God and I will
never doubt his decisions.
Because she is still here watching over me.
This is my final good bye friend I'll never ever forget you,
Rest in Peace.