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I watched you cry today, as they laid her to rest.
I couldn't tell what you were thinking but I knew that you were hurting. 
A piece of me died as we stood there at her grave.
Torn apart from the world with no where to go.
Thought that the drugs would never get the best of her but in the end it did.
She layed there looking so  helpless, and disassociated from us all. 
I couldn't tell you the things that were going through my head. 
My mind, was spinning and I couldn't even stand up on my own. 
Spread her ashes through the ocean thats where she wants them to be. 
There goes the funeral procession and I can't bring myself to move. 
I wish that I could have told her so many things. 
I can't help but shed tears for she didn't even know that I had forgiven her. 
She left without even telling me that she cared.
Sometimes I wonder what you are trying to say standing there on the other side of me.
Today has been a hard day, and yet neither one of us will talk to each other. 
We should set our differences aside and lets mourn the death of our loved one together 

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  1. Date: 1/7/2009 7:41:00 AM
    This poem is supposed to be mysterious to make you think. It is wrote about my aunt and in fact the girl and her Grandmother are the ones not talking at her aunts funeral

  1. Date: 1/5/2009 5:25:00 PM
    Interesting poem because of the unknown element . . . The drug overdose was covered quite well . . . The fact that she left without saying goodbye more or less and all that gave the reader something to chew on, but what you left out was who the narrator was speaking to . . . In a way I like that, but in another way it irks me . . . I want to think it was her parents . . . But whadda I know . . .