Gone...not forgotten. Your memory ours to share.
Not sharing a thought...emotional suicide.
allowing to continuously build, creates a torrent, and insights an inner explosion, that shows to those nearby.
The pain grows, remembering just who I'm missing..
No chance that you'll appear in the doorway..
No chance that you'll have the solution for me..
No chance of having you here with me for anything..
In losing you..it seems i lost my edge to help them all.
I don't know how to help anymore..
It all comes back to you.
I heard baby mine today... it reminds me of exactly what I've lost..
Its like I'm still searching for you..
like i expect to turn around and see you
At times its like your not gone, like your still here..
but then reality forces me to remember death stole you away.
The nightmare feels so long ago..
but the more i lie here, the more things become clear..
details and signs i missed a long the way
moments that destroyed our family, now devastatingly clear.
The tears are back..like a waterfall
Its like I'm back in that room..
Its like I'm alone all over again
I'm your scared little girl once more
Your Special little girl is in pain...
She's wishing you'd come back to her.
I miss you so much mum.
and every day that passes the emptiness grows..
and I miss you that much more
