I am my own sacrafice.

Your whispers..haunt me.
Your glare..follows me.
Your touch..hurts me.

The b.a.s.t.a.r.d that you are that lead me to my suicidle self.

I cry of your abscene.

Loosing control

Don't worry we will be half way to anywhere

YOUR ANNIVERSARY....
Its been eight years now.

Miss you lots grandad x

In my heart i know your spirt still lives on. In my mind i know your still here and in my eyes i still see you there.

When i'm with you, I'm trapped, I'm scared, and im alone.

So cruel and So lame.

Even in death love goes on.