Loved

You see the rain
Come pouring down
You look up above,
to the heavens,
and frown
I can tell you why
the rain is pouring down,

I am looking down on the ones I once knew,
They are sitting by me,
well I guess that is not me,
that is just my body

My body is just lying there,
white as a ghost,
I am in a box,
My body is just laying there,
Because I told myself I wasn’t
meant to be here,
I hear the pastor say, “we loved her so much,
I guess we didn’t show her enough,”
Rain is pouring down,
“Because she took her life May 11, 2005
I look at the tear in my best friend’s eye.

Everyone gets up to leave,
They close my body,
in the box,
They take me to the cemetery,
to be buried.
The pastor takes the light once again,

Danielle we know you are with us today,
We know you are crying...
We all want you to know that WE DO LOVE YOU
We always have,
And always will

The rain stops,
My teachers,
My siblings,
My parents,
and,
My peers,
all lay a rose on my grave,
and walk away,

I sigh and say,
Good-Bye