Death doesn\'t meant that you\'ve gone Grandad,
Nor does it mean we\'re apart...
They take the good-en's first they say,
I heard them saying that today...
How we wish we could say "we love you"...
That your here with us; happy, well and fine...
You've got you hands to my throat
now I'm gasping for air...
'Twas the night before Christmas
No one's at home...
Innocence lost
Ultimate cost...
This monster called depression,
On my strengthless body it feeds...
A girl once so whole
Is now broken and thin...
If you only really knew me
Maybe then you would see...
He took my hand,
and looked me in the eye...
Dear Readers, listen to my story...
Slowly he enters the room
Lips tight and fists clenched...
I’m only a child
But he doesn’t care...