Poetry By Mackenzie Black umbrella I unfold the umbrella Painted black for sadness So the rain doesn't fall On my black dress We're here today To honor the dead The ones we loved Now we're filled with dread So many gatherings of black I've been through So many of them I caused I'm guilty too The crying and mourning As you go down Tears are like rain Falling to the ground I don't know What to feel This death of yours Wasn't our deal The words are read The words hurt as they are said My heart feels like led Overflowing with dread As I see you on your bed Guilt I am fed Please shoot me in the head You Are Dead
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