December day

It was a cold and windy December day,

When my friend sadly passed away.

This was the day when a Man with a Bomb,

took away my friends life.

I shut my eyes,

praying it was just a dream,

But unfortunately it was reality,

the most awful thing I had ever seen.

I can still remember her last screams,

and the fear in her eyes,

And her last words were "I don't want to die"

I can still see her lying there on the ground,

with her own blood all around.

I watched her die,

there was nothing I could do,

And as She died,

a part of me died too.

(I wrote this poem from deep within my heart. It is a true poem and I would like to share my version of events the day my friend lost her life. It is about my friend)

Behind my smile is a hurting Heart,

Behind my Laugh,Im falling apart.

Look Closely at me and you will see,

The person Iam... isn't me..

Saying Good-bye

Sitting here thinking about you,

I here you call my name,

As I turn to see who's calling me

I see no one, only hear your voice.

I glance across the room,

To see if anyone else hears it too.

But no one seems to notice the look on my face.

I miss you so much,

I keep telling you,

But you don't seem to hear me.

Still you're calling out my name, only louder,

As the tears rolled down my face,

I glance around the room,

And see you amongst my family, and friends

The look upon your face says you're peaceful now.

I realized it was time to let you go.

Although I will always love and miss you.

I turn my head to see if anyone notices you.

Then I turn back, and you're gone.I hear you, so very gently say,

"I love you", "Good- Bye!""Bye", I said . . .