The Funeral

I wake one day to find myself invisible to everyone
I follow along a memory
and watch my friends and family show emotions
that I have never known
They are angry with me for doing this
and ask the lord and Jesus why?
They say “She was such a young girl”
and I want to scream
“I am!”
But as I pass by my family
I hear the sobs of those close to me
and hear the ending to my story
“The note she wrote seemed so sad”
there are sniffles round the circle
“We never knew that she had it so bad.”
My parents wail from a corner
“Why didn’t she talk to us?”
but I know I had tried
I look around the room
and I start to understand
such a beautiful funeral
that is being held
In the casket is a girl no more than age twelve
My best friend pats the coffin as he slowly shuffles by
“Baby Girl you know even up there…
That I will always love you”
I regret what I have done
as tears run down my cheeks
I wish to turn back time
before I was so weak
my hands clasp in prayer as I fall to my knees
and beg God for forgiveness
“I need my life back please!”