You are a person I never really got to know
And my love for you didn't always show
It seemed I only visited you once or twice
And we hardly said a word, the visits were barely nice
Now you are gone, for you have died
I cannot count the hours your mother cried
Now I'll never get to know you truly
And you will never get to know me
I'm depressed, my teachers have said
They think it's because you are dead
It's that, and all the emotions inside
That from everyone I will choose to hide
I don't know how to get better
That's why I'm writing this mournful letter
There's really nothing else I can say
I just hope I'll see you again one day
Author notes
This poem is about my uncle that died in a car crash a couple weeks, maybe a month, ago. I don't want to talk to my family about my depression for it, so I told you instead. He was only about 19, he didn't deserve to die...
So, unlike Johnathon Stone, Richard was I real person I really cared about. I just didn't realize it until he died...
Written February 17th, 2006
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I know how you feel. Me and my Grandma didnt get along. She tried to get me to like her, but i didnt. What did i know, i was just some punk 12 year old, how hated the world and every thing in it. Every since she died, i have felt so guilty. Like i should have told her i loved her before she died. I just hope in some way, she knew. Sorry you feel this way. I hope you feel better soon. Great poem by the way. I liked the rhymes and the emotion behind it. Great job
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