Sweet dreams of innocent youth......we now but wish for such illusions.

You returned from wince you came.....but I still remember your words and long to hear from you again.....

Never forgive, never forget.

Don't you hear me crying?

"Where does someone go when they don't belong anywhere...what happens to those people...."

You all let me slip away...

What kind of father sits back and watches his children suffer.....when he has the power to end it....

Even my dreams would give you nightmares....

Its not that I don't have any reason to live....its that I have so many why I shouldn't.

Flowers fade fast, but weeds last the season.