You must,
Just be sleeping,
Don’t know why,
They’re weeping,
It won’t take you long,
To awake.
You look so cold,
With your pale skin,
Your face is vacant,
Of its usual grin,
And when seen,
Their hearts start to break.
You said,
You’d always be here,
So why does everyone,
Look so sincere,
When they say,
You won’t come back.
I’m so confused,
When I look at you,
Dressed in black,
And subdue,
Any time I expect,
This masquerade to crack.
But as they start,
To lower you in,
I realize what they mean,
and I begin,
to cry.
why did you die?