Dying Inside...

Something so hard

goes straight to the soul;
it seems impossible to get over
and my heart is left with a big hole.

I'm trying to be happy, wearing a smile;
but I'm dying inside.
The world seems to be fading,
and I just want to run and hide.

Everything I do, I think of you
and realize how much I miss you;
and on the day you died
a piece of me died too.



This poem is dedicated to a dear friend who passed away. I'll never forget you Frans, may you Rest In Peace.