I will never understand death
I will never understand why I beg for it
Why do I want to hold his hands
His hand will cold
I'll want to let go
But he will not come for me
My grandma was the first person to die in my life
I was numb when I was told
It was as if the world stood still
I always thought I would die before her
Imaged her at my funeral
Crying
Placing dying lilies on my casket
But no
He never comes for me
She was cold
She was tiny and her skin fell from her bones
They put her on a table with no care
No one respected her wishes
They threw makeup on her with a wig
Some shitty old blanket on top
She deserved better