Ring around the rosie, pockets full of posie. Ashes to ashes, we all fall down.

You may hear her whisper,
'This was my invisible death,
You know you want one to,
Bury yourself next to me,
So together we can be.'
- Part of my poem "Invisible death"

I wish I was dead and you were still breathing.

The thoughts about death, suicide.. It's over powering.

No more tears now, for they will not bring him back. Nothing in this life could ever replace what i now lack.
.x.

He was my lover. My soulmate. My friend.
i never imagined that what we shared could ever end.

Always and forever he said.
And now he is dead.
.x.

~ The deceased are not truly dead, as their name still lives on.

Why angel loves dead people only??

The sharp knife of a short life, well I've had enough time.

I never knew missing someone could hurt so much.