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I look to the photos, filled with smiles and peace, I long for those days, for this madness to cease. My family once loved me, but those memories are blurred, And now I'm alone, my crying not heard. Just a simple mistake, was all that it took, When I pulled that plug, it was my whole world that shook. I wanted to help her; her pain was too great, But saving my sister brought nothing but hate. My parents disowned me and left me to rot, I was brave like a soldier, but only guilt I fought. Now pain seeps right through me, my tears keep me warm, I cannot forget this, thoughts continue to swarm. I wish they'd forgive me, just try t

It feels as if just days ago you've left me on my own, Though I know that three years have passed, my heart has turned to stone. The waves crash up against the shore, I feel you in their mist, I sense a tear caress my cheek remembering your sweet kiss. Fear streams through my brittle bones as our child pulls me on, If only reflected in those waters it was your eyes that shone. They all surround me smiling; I try to take a step, But when I feel their cold embrace, I know that there you're kept. The wetness it engulfs me, and pulls my soul deep down, And then I feel your presence, and I no longer frown. You hold me with your stron

I miss the way you brush your hair I miss your scattered clothes.   I miss how you were always there    I miss your funny toes.     I miss the way you make me smile      I miss your pretty eyes.       I miss your cute and different style        I miss our taste in guys.         I miss our nights filled with no sleep          I miss having only us two.           I miss the secrets we swore to keep            But most of all, I miss you.

I remember the days when we were one. When nothing could stand in our way. I remember your touch, your soft skin, your pale eyes. I remember the secrets and the suffering. I long for the days when we were one. Everything now stands in our way. I can still feel your touch, your skin. I still see your eyes and smell your sweet sent. I still feel the longing every day and need the comfort. I still know the secrets, though they're no longer ours. And I still feel the suffering. Always the suffering..