Your Gone

I promised I would carry on
That we would wed
But your not here
My dreams have turned to lead

I still remember the oak tree
The heart we carved with my knife
But now it makes me cry
Because your not in my life

My eyes rest on a picture of you
And I begin to smile
Thinking of you when you were here
I haven't done that in a while

I visit your grave to give my words
The hole in my chest grows
Tears well up in my eyes
The warmth in my heart flows

I can't take it anymore
I hold the gun in my hand
Pointing it in my face
I squeeze the trigger and...