This Mornig A Loved One Died Poem by Liera Bloodheart

This morning I didn't want to lift my head, I didn't even want to get out of bed.
This morning I didn't want to take a shower, all I could do was listen to the clock tick another hour.
This morning I didn't want to sing a song, I just hoped the morning wouldn't go on.
This morning I didn't want to see the sun shine, to see it meant I wasn't fine.
This morning I didn't want to eat, I didn't even want for my bed to look neat.
This morning I didn't want to go to school, this just wasn't the day for me to act cool.
This morning I didn't want to talk to anyone, I just didn't want to have any fun.
This morning I didn't want to hear the truth, I didn't want to front or act couth.
This morning I hated what I saw. This morning I just couldn't go on.
This morning for me was just all wrong.