I miss you more then you think, and this pain keeps getting to me. It just grows stronger and stronger as the hours grow longer, its come to the point, that i cant think, These memories are dead, and lost in my head, cant think of words to speak. Just so much to say, How did it end this way? Is it my turn to pay? i think. The silence just grow, and no body knows the way this is killing me,the knifes keeps twisting as i keep resisting, the turth that needs to be said. I hope that you see, how this is killing me, As soon as you find me dead.
