The nights you lie awake in your bed to scared to close your
eyes, but yet not having the strength to keep them open. These
nightmares are getting old why can't I let you go? You let me go
you died and left me here so why can't I let you rest peace.
Confession #6:
I write down what ever I'm feeling so that even when I'm
gone people will know, this girl had a voice. She had opinions. She
was a real, genuine person. She deserves
respect.
goodluck... trying to find someone who
cares about you like i did,
who understands you like i do, who is forgiving like
i am,
and when you realize there's noone out there like
me,
i definitely won't be where you left me