Little one how I love you so, every little finger...
The day that you left me, the day you were taken...
Being jealous, you spoiled my life
Hence I will kill you with knife...
I can't take it in
You're loss, suicide...
The night air slides in again
Full pike and plumb on...
Baby you have no idea how much I miss you.
Next month you are about to be six and I will...
Alone in this room
I have time to ponder and to think...
THE STRUGGLE CONTINUES
This, is the diurnal...
You're on my mind
every single day...
My dark thoughts
Seem to always...
The year is gone but history is written.
It's written and recorded in the media...
Our whole family suffered after you died;
All of them left to pick up the pieces of them...
Staying awake for some semblance of normality
When in reality, your choice devastated me...