What is water, without the lands depth?
what is a sakura tree, without it's pedals...

I did this poem on April second the day my dad...
seeing a black vortex in my head...

It seems like only yesterday
that my heart began to fill up with pain...

Waking up every night in fright
thinking of how you died that night...

There's always death
there's always pain...

I am a rose and you are my thorns,that protect me...
I am a book and you are my pages, that tells all i...

There was a little girl
standing in a meadow...