Death is a word I don’t understand,
It slips like water right out of my hand.
One moment there’s laughter, warm and alive,
The next, just a silence I cannot survive.

They say it’s “natural,” they say it’s “fate,”
But why does it feel so heavy, so great?
Why must the people I love disappear,
Leaving behind nothing but tears?

I sit in my room, my thoughts collide,
A storm in my chest that I cannot hide.
Should I feel angry, should I feel scared?
Or just stay quiet, pretending I don’t care?

Some say there’s heaven, a beautiful place,
With bright shining lights and God’s embrace.
Others say darkness, a sleep without end,
No letters, no voices, not even a friend.

I try to believe, but I’m lost in the fight,
My heart wants answers, my brain wants light.
I laugh at a memory, then break down and cry,
Asking the universe “why must they die?”

The world keeps on moving, people still smile,
But inside I’m broken, at least for a while.
I walk in the sunlight but carry the rain,
My smile is a cover for sorrow and pain.

Sometimes I wonder if they can see,
The person I am, the person I’ll be.
Do they watch me struggle, or guide my way?
Or are they just gone, with nothing to say?

I don’t know if I should scream out loud,
Or stay like a shadow, lost in the crowd.
Grief is confusing, it twists my mind,
Searching for answers I never can find.

Teachers and parents, they all say the same,
“Time heals the wound, don’t carry the blame.”
But time feels cruel, it drags so slow,
I miss them so much—why did they go?

Death feels like questions that never end,
A thief, a stranger, yet somehow a friend.
It teaches me pain, but it teaches me too,
That love doesn’t die—it stays living in you.

So I’ll keep on walking, though tears may fall,
I’ll honor their memory, I’ll answer the call.
Death may confuse me, it may leave me sore,
But it cannot erase the love I adore.