Yes you took your own life,
On a cold Friday night,
I use to blame my self,
I was suppose to stop at yours,
That awful night you left,
But I was selfish and did not,
Its being nearly four years,
And I still miss you,
Feels like only yesterday,
I was saying good bye.
But I’ve realised it was,
Not my fault you left that night,
I understand you could,
Not take it anymore,
Your heart was broken,
Your soul was torn in two,
You had a mental illness,
You could not control the voices.
I hope you’re at peace now,
I know I will never forget you,
You’re always in my heart,
You’re always in my mind,
And when our song plays,
I still cry as it was ours,
And it will always stay ours,
As I know you’re sat up there,
Listening when I play it.
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Hood Wink!!!
Suicide is the hardest type of loss to cope with in my book, there are sometimes no answers to the questions of why.... and that is tough to deal with, I know your Auntie will be at peace and watching over you
Karen


