It was my birthday
I've turned thirteen
I came to school
You weren't to be seen
I knew that you two
Wouldn'e be here
But it still feels
just too wierd
I sit down
And I start reading
I'm too depressed
For me to be eating
I hear a growling
Deep in my gut
I can't even feel it
I must be a nut
You haven't been here
For at least three days
I feel so lost
I think my visions glazed
Why aren't you here
What happened to you
Being here when you're not
Is a hard thing to go through
Missing You
I wrte this poem three days after my thirteenth birthday. y friend was getting her braces fixed, and then she went to a funeral. I didn't see her all week. And my other friend was feeling sick, and I mised him, too. I wrote this poem because i was worried, and felt horribl without them.Did you like this poem? Write one of your own!
