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by Bobbie Jun 14, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / about death
Days go by and I'm fine without her But when the night comes, I hear her laughter. I never knew how much Looking at pictures doesn't seem real. Seems like a big hoax, Like somebody made up some stupid joke. Maybe she'll show up right now And take a big bow. My phone doesn't ring her number anymore, Probably disconnected just like I feel. I miss her complaints, her face, and her smile; But it all seems miles away But really, it's only six feet under Just a dead give away.
by katie
I love the sarrow