All the things you write about
happen to be sad...

Yes its hard
Its just how it seems...

Depression crying loving and dieing
the helpless girl screams...

Grandpa i want you to know i love you
and i hope that you pull through...

I don't know how to describe him
mysterious and sad...

In the bloody mirror she stares at herself
she only has one person to blame...

I love you with all of my heart
I want to hold you...

She lays there in the red lined coffin
she seems so graceful...

Your beautiful smile..your pale gentle flesh
the eyes of an angel..they help me rest...