I was 15 years old.
Oh little girl you don’t know.
The tears will never come.
And the guilt will stay.
Even though not crying
doesn’t make you a bad granddaughter.
It only gets harder
when she’s gone,
and we don’t know why.
Maybe it feels more
permanent
empty
like her house but you won’t see it
before it’s gone.
Happy you went to see her,
it’s her absence
that makes you want to cry.
It’s that sickening feeling
and the thought inside your head that says;
Never coming back
Never see again
Never Never Never
Gone Gone Gone.
And I know it’s a shock now,
I know it’s hard.
But it will only get harder.
I’m still waiting for it
to get better.
I am 19 years old.
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