I miss you- free verse poetry

The feeling of missing something 

is lonely, the empty feeling makes 

a hole in you, In life your supposed to

feel fulfilled right? Does god have a grudge

against me to have my parents taken away from me. 

I hate the feeling of getting your parents

taken away from you during this 

time of hearing bombs and gunshots. 

is harsh more than harsh its dreadful 

You just want the feeling of being protected

but its gone all gone like a leaf falling down

from a tree during winter.  Why be so hopeful

when you have nobody to share your hope. 

I used to say Hi to my parents but now i say 

Where are you? I miss you stay safe for me 

please. I have this constant worry for my

parents my body shaking and thoughts of 

them circling in my head nonstop. its sucks 

it really sucks its sucks so much i can`t sleep 

at night I'm really tired and my eyebags are huge.

I haven't slept for days i keep on hearing gunshots

and bombs, it's loud. I used to get a goodnight kiss but 

now i get nothing no hugs, no kisses and no 

affection. Nothing for me i feel unlucky like a 

one leaf clover, one dying one leaf clover.  God

says everyone has a different path but why is 

mine so sorrow. I want to be a cherry blossom tree 

but i bet the fortune teller would say i'm a drying tree. 

Why are the governments so stupidly selfish no

 empathy for the people of our country we are dying 

our country is like a paper getting ripped apart in tiny

pièces. I used to go to school but now i seek shelter, 

i miss learning i miss everything so much i have no

 hope. A lady the other day said you need hope to

 survive but i lost everything my will to live, my 

parents, my sister, my school, my home and my 

friends. I miss everything so much in my head there's

no such thing as hope only a path of sorrow and 

darkness. I'm walking through a path of no grass, no 

flowers, no love and nothing positive. I see crows on

 A daily crow means I have bad luck hopefully not. 

I haven't ate for days i can see my ribs, i haven't

 showered for months i can see dirt all over me. 

I'm getting slow, I'm really done, I can see my bones,

 my eye bags and dirt filthy dirt. I'm trying to walk but 

i`m to weak i'm too weak to live too weak to think too

weak to speak. I miss my parents. I want to see them

 in a better place where we eat sweet treats. I love

 sweets, I really hope it's better up there in heaven.