When something or someone dies, we all question life, when that someone that died is someone you loved, you question where you went wrong... So then... where did I go wrong so many times...?

You always think about how much pain he causes you, and then when you see how good he was to you...he's gone...

If you're not remembered, then you never existed...

The day I die, is the day my heart's set free from the cage that binds it...