I wrote this poem a couple of days after my friend was killed. It talks about how I felt after his death.

This poem originally was published in Sad Poems - Poems about Death

Dying Inside
Something so hard
goes straight to the soul;
it seems impossible to get over
and my heart is left with a big hole.

I'm trying to be happy, wearing a smile;
but I'm dying inside.
The world seems to be fading,
and I just want to run and hide.

Everywhere I go I see your face,
and realize how much I miss you;
and on the day you died
a piece of me died too.

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