September 11th, what a beatiful
day is was...

You say you know what I'm going through.
But you have never been here...

I sit alone in my room.
Thinking...

Pain, tourture, sadness
This body's had enough...

I lay awake at night
Thinking about what could have been...

I speak what's on my mind.
I hold nothing back...

Once we were friends
Laughing, joking, having fun...

I love you
I hate you...