Everyone says they are sad that he died.
but I’m not.
They’re all walking around the funeral with long faces and moaning and such.
but I’m not.
Should I put on a show? Should I pretend that I’m struck with grief? Think that’ll get me a pass? I had to drop a joke to chill the vibe.
they glare at me.
I’m not cold. Cold like him.
See, I do miss him. He was my ride or die. Tight-like brothers.
but now he’s gone.
I do cry, at night, in my pillow. I cry cuz I miss him. I’m out here lost without my person.
but I’m still glad he died.
He took hit after hit-and kept standing. Life wasn’t kind. He held the pain in way too long. Y’all talk, none could’ve held on that long.
His death shouldn’t have happened. We all know that. Wrong place. Wrong time. The accident hit hard. Straight-up devastating accident.
but I’m not sad he died.
It released him. No one should have takin the hits he did.
day after day
Peace counts for something.
I miss him.
I’ll always feel that loss-no one’s stepping in for him.
He found his peace.
He’s resting easy.
and I’m not sad he died.
I’m glad he died -by J.J – The following story contains a direct and at time unflinching perspective on death. It may feel harsh or unsettling to some readers. Please take care of yourself as your read, and feel free to step away if the subject feels too heavey for you right now.
Everyone says they are sad that he died.but I’m not.They’re all walking around the funeral with long faces and moaning and such.but I’m not.Should I put on a show? Should…