ummm ok this is my pogh draft of a poem its called .....

i have no clue wut but this is one topic that make me sad
i have another draft its a bit diffrent but it has song clips from helena this one is only rough

well here it is
I was woken
I was woken to sad eyes
The darkness
The sense of depression
To the sad eyes that belonged to my mother

She tells me the news
News
It’s unbearable
Expectable
The news of sadness
The news I try to make unreal

I sit and try to say no
Try to lock up the thought
The thought that was revealed
The sad thought
Reality

I’ve been called
Not really remembering
I get up still clinging to my pillow
Like it was my life

Scarred to let the thought become real
I go in, I see my dad
Not the usual smile
Not the laughter
But sadness

I feel tears
I can’t see clear
I don’t know how to react

I walk towards my dad
I hug him still clinging to that pillow
Make the reality truer

My dad he receives calls
Calls of sympathy
Which somehow make it worse

The truth is my grandma
My wapee
Is dead
And isn’t coming back

kk that it please ne suggestiond comments insults???

oops un expectable unexpected! soo i forgot that

It was okay. It seemed more like a story written in short, choppy sentences than anything else.