Hey There Dehlila
In a desolate bed I lie awake
Remembering the good things Time did take
Like memories and love and trust that broke
Its crazy what things sorrow can provoke
pain is real- yet you conceal how you feel
Causing you to do what felt so unreal
Your noose should have gave, you should have spoke up
If only you didn't just pent it up
Your pain was too much for just you to bear
So you unjustly decided to share
I miss you most now but I missed you then
I wish I could tell you how mad I've been
As for me it's appropriate to say
I wish that Death would sweep himself away
This poem is about:
My community
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