Death is a tragic thing,
No matter how it occurs...

Hate.
Such an angry word...

Days go by
And I wonder where...

When the time comes to confess our sins,
What will we say...

Feelings of fear
Build up inside...

To die is not to get to an end.
It is far from the end...

If you love a man
Let him know...

Daily I feel stressed,
Ripping my hair...

How are we supposed to
Communicate how we feel...

If I could colour love
I would colour it red...

I looked at a picture today,
And saw something I've dreaded to see...

As every second passes I realise,
More each time...