The Funeral
I try to open my eyes, but I simply cannot
I hear voices around me, all in distraught.
My mother is yelling to get my hair right
And my best friend is sobbing with all of her might.
I can smell flowers all around me; roses I think
I imagine them to be colored red, white and pink
I listen to different people as they tell me farewell
And I wonder; am I going to heaven or hell?
Suddenly I feel water upon my skin,
And I know the burial is about to begin
They close the casket and it's darker than before,
For whom I once was, will now be no more...
I feel them lower the coffin into the hole
It's just me now, me and my soul
The last thing I hear is the sound of dirt falling into my grave
And all I can think is.. "you got this girl, just be brave".
