Dealing with Death

Sometimes,
No matter how much you say you’re ok,
You have to resign yourself to the fact that no one’s going to believe you.

I empathize with him almost too much.
My heart feels like it’s going to burst with sadness.
Pangs like daggers knife through me.

I didn’t know her. What did she mean to me?
It’s because she was the world to him.
His grandmother. It was so sudden.

Why did she have to go?
No one could have guessed that this would happen.

I can’t bear to see him so sad.
I yearn to call out to him, hold him, tell him everything’s going to be ok.

But how can I know that?
Who am I anyway?

A teenager.
One who doesn’t know how to deal with death.