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You have been on my mind, alot these days,
So I go to the plot, where your body lays.
Five year anniversary is approaching, and fast,
Thoughts of  you drift into my head, from the past.
This is not an anniversary, of celebration, and cheer,
Not of happiness, laughter, not of wine nor beer.
Dad, my emotions they run so deep,
Your laying there, as if only asleep.
I want to make you, HAVE to awake,
This is way too much, for my heart to take.
I want to scream, I want to YELL,
To tell the world, to go to hell.
The pain hasn't eased, not one little bit,
So I throw a tantrum, so I throw a fit.
Everythings the same, nothing has changed,
I still get crazy, I feel half deranged.

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