The Game Of Death Poem by Hodaya Peles

I sit in front of her and I don't know what to say.
Everyone is dying around and all I left to do is to look.
Same old story, same old thing.
I want to hug her, I want to say something but instead I put my ice queen mask and run away.
Is she going to leave me too?
My heart is crying and the pain is all over again.
I can smell already the regrets who comes with the death.

I need to stay strong.
I need to move on fast.
I will not fall again.
You are not going to laugh in my face.
I'm not breaking down.
Maybe it's the same story, but I'm a different girl.
Try me.