Ideas of dying
have long been replaced, all while...
it's been 283 days
since I heard your voice...
"She's not breathing... CLEAR!! Come on look at me...
Those are the last things I heard...
Crimson red tears stain the floor
Slashes scattering the door...
Sometimes,
Trees close their eyes...
You're gone and it hurts more everyday,
Knowing I can't hear your voice anymore...
When this rotten world falls,
I’ll be there to watch and laugh...
Home,
Where is it...
Time to let go, a time for you to go.
Away from us, away from the distant shore...
Were suffering.. from fake love, the people who...
But.. she called a hospital...
I remember your feet on the ground
Your laugh, that is louder than any sounds...
Dear Friend,
Well it’s been a while...