I remember the days me and you spent together.
It like warm summer days.
You kno that type of weather.
Now that you are gone.
There is no other.
When they said you were murdered.
I miss you was the only words i could mutter.
Now my words have a constant st st studder.
Why did he kill you.
For christ sakes you were a mother.
He should have cherished you.
You should have been above all others.
He killed you for being you.
Not anyone else.
Im to young to deal with this type of stress.
Its like the devil has me by one arm and God the other and im constantly being streached.
They want me to confess.
my pain,my anger,my fears.
When really all i want to do is break down in tears.
I know you sit here and think who has died.
she was my sister.
My heart,mysoul,my pride.
And i didnt even get to say goodbye.
