Fear

I feel scared, I feel sick. When it comes to death two is way too many.

I'm tired, at the edge of the seat I sit.

30 % with one & none with the other. I can't deal with this much longer.

Waiting with fear every second. When you don't answer fast even I start to panic.

They even made a mistake one day. That wasn't much fun I gota say.

My heart still aches, My eyes aren't dry. I can't deal with this tonight.

I gasp just to catch my breath. I call just to make sure you're still alive.

No one should have to be scared to lose their best friend & father in the same year.

Poem by Neche_Girl8

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