Literature
Fiction
Why you're gone, the question still remains,
Some people just can't seem to get it through their brains.
My heart is always aching,
And I can't stop it from breaking.
I know that you are always watching over me,
But now my thoughts that I had of you are blurry.
My fingers twist and turn together with anxiety,
When I step outside I'm always clumsy.
I didn't know how it would ever have felt to mourn,
Now my tears have been outworn.
I always feel like screaming,
The irate feeling of depression inside of me nearly blinding.
I keep a picture of you with me always,
With your crystal blue eyes that amaze.
I just wander around,
The hum