I get so sick of crying inside it feels as though am dying how do expect me to carry on knowing that you are gone...
they a girl she seems she happy but you look within you see the traces of mascara staining her face and leaving permanent reminders of yesturdays mistakes...
she can still feel you standing next to her she can still see you when she closes her eyes she can still hear your laughter inside her head, see your smile that use to brighten up her day, hear you say i love you but your screams of hate still echo inside her head... x
