The casket never opened I never got to see,
That beautiful angel Megan who meant a lot to me,
They said her tattered body must be kept inside,
The injuries to her face is what they wanted to hide,
Why couldn't they let me see her? Why did this have to be?
Why did that night happen? When that driver hit that tree,
Why was my best friend taken killed instantly in that car,
That phone call that I got from Patti will forever leave a scar,
The Funeral was beautiful but yet a part of me had died,
Inside that casket, laid my friend, the face they had to hide,
I never thought that I'd survive but I did & now I cry,
For another best friend was taken, Why did she have to die?
This casket now was open with my closer best friend inside,
No longer could I hug her, I never got to say good-bye,
Two weeks she laid in that hospital, fighting for her life,
Everyday I kept on wishing... but that grief pulled out that knife,
My Two Best Friends now gone, flying up in heaven free,
I'm waiting for my angels now, to come back again for me.
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Just needed to get some anger out... This helped a lot.
Written October 14th, 2003
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I know it's hard sweetie,some
times it's better to remember them as you last saw them if her injuries were so horrific.The y are watching over you never doubt it,talk to them they will hear you.
It's good you got if off your chest,set it free.releaseit.
bless you,sweetie
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You had a right to be mad
I have felt the same way. That I wish angels would come back and get me. However, my mom and dad both wanted to live so much that in their memory and in respect of them I must carry on. It isn't easy and your poems could have just as easily been transcribed thoughts of my own. I permitted the study of my dad as doctors asked right after my dad died. I thought autopsies were done anyway so... At funeral home I said...can I see dad one more time... The funeral director got tears in his eyes and said, "Well the VA didn't leave much of him. But if you have a photograph we will see what we can do." I was almost incapable to drive home. I was so devestated by it my mom donated her body to science but I didn't do that and I am so sorry I was so ignorant about the extent my dad would be studied. I cannot think about it. I was betrayed and, yes, it does make you mad. Like you everbody didn't want me to talk about either so I hope okay that I said here...YES IT DID MAKE ME MAD. THAT WAS MY DAD NOT JUST SOME OBJECT TO MAKE UNRECOGNIZEABLE AND SO STUDIED I WASN'T ALLOWED TO SEE HIM ONE LAST TIME. Thanks Sara Dawn...nobod y else has let me say that...I hope okay...if not just ask me to delete. 
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OMG this poem is so sad im realy sorry about your friend.
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Oh geez, that was beautiful. One day luv, they will greet you with a huge smile and a loving hug. I know they miss you as well, as they watch down upon you. You take care and keep you chin up ~ize
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Such a greif-filled
piece here, I wish that I could take ALL of your sorrow away from you - but you are SO strong hun, and your angels are with you, and are helping you to fight your sadness - keep up the writing - poems really do help release some inner pain
Much love to you
~*blue*~
xxx xxx
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This is such a sad, sad piece. I hope that it helped you to put some of your feelings onto paper. I know that it really does help me. Keep expressing yourself hon. I truly feel that it is cathartic.
Much love to ya!!
~~Mary Anne~~
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sadly beautiful
beautifully written
again, sorry for ur loss
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very well written!
You know what? I think your writing skills have really matured. This is very well written. Sorry I was gone so long but my computer went out. I wish you thousands of smiles, and here's one to get you started: 
~Destiny~
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