Do Not Stand and Weep

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am the darkened sky at night,
That hides pure evil from the light.

I am the discarded match you throw,
That smolders while you sleep, and grows.

I am the storm that scares your child,
The lightning, thunder, winds so wild.

I am the ghost that haunts your soul,
That takes your life, your joys, your goals.

I am the fear that grips your will,
That causes lonely teens to kill.

I am a hell that does not cease,
The hell that hurts: there's no release.

I am your heartache, pure and true,
I take the feeling out of you.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I shall not die.