I miss you so much Granddad,
More than you would know...
I miss you so much Granddad,
More than you would know...
Give me happiness
And I'll take it with delight...
This Scar shows
My inside pain...
I read the poem through and through,
it took so long to see...
I lie on my bed,
These thoughts in my head...
I cannot let them know, I can never let it show. If they ask me how I feel, my reply can never be real. |
Am I OK? - No I feel like F-ing dieing, but you dont have to know. |
I cant tell you why I feel this way, just accept that I do, then atleast you wont get hurt aswell. |