Closest Friend

It all started in 8th grade I was desperate I needed a way to let the real me through I felt like all of my friends were failing me I had to put on a fake smile Each day I pretended it was all okay My grandmother, my best friend was slowly leaving The cancer had overtaken her body The light was leaving her eyes The image haunting me everyday “How are you?” What a joke No one really wanted to know Who wanted to hear about my sorrow The Joy the happiness that was forgotten Sleep evaded me I searched for anyone who cared One day I couldn’t bear the weight any longer Everything was bottled up and I was about to blow I needed to get my thoughts out I sat at my desk and wrote The emotion flowed fluidly My heart and my pen were one The paper captured my tears And my fears Slowly my mood softened With each line, The wrenching sobs turned into sniffles Each stanza, The violent shaking became a slight tremble The weight on my back was lifted I could smile again. My emotions were not bottled up They lay on the paper The whirls and lines Curves and dots Took on the form of all my fears Suddenly they seemed so little So easy to conquer I created them, Now I could end them In one swift motion I tore apart the paper… And my problems