Death comes with the winter snows with the sorrow that summer
has ended school has started, classes have begun bullies have
started, happiness begone tragidies happen, grudges are held
life has started to die  the begining of winter isn't so bad,
it's the middle that you worry about looking into the sea of
faces of the classmates that change looking into the dying, the
living, and the dead you realize that life will never be the
same not after someone dies, someone who is close, distant, or a
nobody but yet someone dies all the same and no one gives a time
of day except their friends, families, and people they have
touched  when we are at the end of winter, we think that we are
safe but yet, death creaps on us yet again, because we let our
gaurd down not only are the trees, the flowers, the grass, and
the air dead, a close loved one dies from his heart. how can
life go on? how can I live through another day? it doesn't
really matter what I feel inside cause life is like a game
sometimes.  I surrender my life,