My Fifteenth Birthday

I cannot comprehend that you are dead;
The concept seems so foreign in my head.
I picture it like it was yesterday
I wish I could have changed it in some way.
You came to Cherry Hill in the first grade;
Then your dad got a job and so you stayed.
I heard the sirens in my neighborhood
On your front lawn is where your sister stood
I heard her screams and knew that you died;
I heard that you committed suicide.
It was in December on the eighteenth,
It was on a birthday, on my fifteenth.
I was so happy and so excited and free;
I had no idea how bad this day would be.
The phone rang and my fun day died with you
My tears flowed unceasingly, my friend’s too.
I went to your house with everyone there
It was amazing how much we all cared.