I am finally in my quiet room,
The mask of strength put aside...
Dad...so many images come to mind
whenever I speak your name...
His life is a mirror, the mirror is stained.
He thinks he knew what they meant this time...
Time will in evidently pass on,
As I will have to move...
Giggling at things we've done,
They were so much fun...
Don't know what to do,
I'm missing you...
I looked out through the bars
Of my prison, my cradle...
A diseased mentality, a confined woman.
An abandoned casket without a body, left a...
Pink shirts, all tied in knots
Intertwined by sleeves...
Dear dad,
at times in my heart your name appears. some times...
I keep remembering things
the most random things trigger a surge of...
When your so used to sleeping beside someone and...
then u wake up in the middle of the night alone...