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Grief


Can't decide between what's wrong or what's right Confused about what to do about everyone around me I have found true love from someone who cares Feeling trapped because of grief Getting into trouble It's just not like me Disappoint everyone that truly cares about me Thinking why should I care Feeling trapped because of grief Deciding if I should fight this person or should I keep myself out of big trouble want to do what I want to do but things just keeping getting in my way trapped because of grief and there's no turning back People want to make me upset and get me into trouble that I don't need for myself want to see me react to their stupid actions rumors spreading around everyday Trapped like a bird in its cage because of grief Confused on why I do the things I do don't know what I want to do Try to decide if I should do what's right Or do what's wrong Trapped like I'm in jail for the biggest mistake of my life because of the same thing: grief This is all just too much for me Stress that's unnecessary isn't good for me Don't know what I'm going to do Mom said just to hang in there Maybe I'm still trapped But when you have loss a loved one That can be the worst It could be the saddest day of your wholesome life The person you care about the most is now in a better place The feelings you are feeling can't be trapped inside All the memories that you shared will be remembered for the rest of your life remembering how much they meant to you People who actually care about you They understand what you're going through know all about what happened to you being treated by that same one loved one as if you were their very own They tell you follow your dreams and say your destined for greatness they are proud when they see you do good you're thinking you don't want to let them down Keep up with your grades and do well in school don't let anyone tell you what t do be yourself and don't be a follower The day came when my grandmother passed away it was like having my heart ripped out it took me a while to get over it however, I will miss you Grammie
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