You used my body like a toilet, leaving me feeling like crap.
To love or not to love—that is the question:
I want you inside me.....
My chest is sore from my raging heart trying to break free.
“I was just eight years old. I asked mommy why your face was so cold? I didn't want to believe that you are dead. It was too early for you to be in that coffin bed. You passed away March 7, 2006. You’re gone, there is nothing I can fix. That night I waited for you to knock on the door. But you didn't, now I know you’re not in my life no more.”