(No Title really was just Venting)






I sit and remember,
Reminice on the days,
The years,
The times,
When you,
Beeing so simple,
So kind,
So precious,
So loving,
Gave to me,
When you yourself had nothing,
I never until now thought to appreciate what youve done for me till now when it is to late,
To kill,
And murder one like you,
To hurt some one who only wanted to love,
To rob some one so precious,
To murder someone so fragile,
By the ones closest to you...
Day in and Day out i see you cry,
No sign of life in you at all,
Its like they stole your soul,
Mom im tired of seeing you cry,
Every single morinng i wake up with hate in my heart because they stole you from me and left me with nothing but a dead corpse and memories,
When me and you used to be,
And when you was,
My mother,
My mom,
Nadine Muzac,
I Miss You...