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As I drown in fathoms of pain, I know you won't come back again. And as I'm sinking, ever falling, It's your love that I'm mourning.
As I drown in fathoms of pain, I know you won't come back again, And as I'm sinking, ever falling, It's your love that I am mourning.
As I drown in fathoms of pain I know you won't come back again And as I'm sinking, ever falling It's your love that I am mourning @Platypus I try to stand against the tide Waves of tears that I...
Velma she gone wasn't in no pain very silent sitting on the couch. Arriving every morning at 4:30 AM we speak said good morning. Watching her as she listen to the gospel channel everyday, not saying.
A few weeks before Christmas i lost my baby to an ectopic pregnancy. I was 11 weeks gone and went through hell and back (hence why i haven't been here).
Lost in a field of grass, winds move me as I go, memories of my past, sad emotions begin to flow.
Good and bad things happen at the zoo, they can happen at any time. Every animal has to die some time, it's all a part of life.
Another. the bartender asks yes I replied staring at the empty glass trying not but thinking about my dead son. drink after drink but i cant forget till.
[S O N G] You left, You left, Yeah you left. Left for another life, Left for a better life.
#acrostic The saddest type of crying is the silent one The crying when everyone else is asleep The one where your heart is aching and your eyes become red from tears.
No one fucking listens, I need a friend but no one's there. I might end this lifelong mission, To find somebody who cares. My animal friend is broken, Perhaps beyond repair.
(Half inspired by @sammielee46 's piece "Grandads" and by a conversation I had with my mum. She basically told me that my grandad was ill yet still sat me on his lap when I was crying.
It hurt when you left. It hurt so very much. I know that you're gone. But I miss your gentle touch. I'd cross the oceans. One through seven. Just to get. your taste of heaven. I miss your lips.
The very next day, I begged mama to let me stay home from school. "I could help you here!" I said desperately. "I can manage." She said, wiping a tear.
This is a warning. Please don't read as this is my journal. I strong opinion and difference offend you, please don't read on in fear of your own life. This book is cursed.
Today's my baby brother's birthday you see. Fourteen years old he would be. Few photos I have of him our sis and me. The last one just before I broke my arm falling out if next door's tree.
Rows and rows of broken dreams. Letters carved in stone. Friends and family left behind. Shattered and alone. Some have flowers, some have notes. Some are simply bare. A crying woman speaks to one.
'I can't overstate the importance of this task, Daenir,' the King said. 'I know, your grace' Daenir said. It came out cold, emotionless. He had often felt that way since Arnielle had died.
You are the softest angel You are the brightest star I would travel for eternity Just to find where you are You are my guiding wisdom Your my fight I find within You gave me strength and passion...
Through it all; the tears, the pain Struggling as I watched you leave Forcing myself to take the time To remember to breathe Deep breaths in and deep breaths out Expelling the anger and rage Oxygen...
I'm sorry that we never met My heart is broken in two I'm sorry that I couldn't hold on But I loved you the moment I knew.
When I laid there beside you, Could you feel me there. My arms were wrapped around you, And I was stroking your hair. I was talking about all the good times, For me they were every single day.
There's flowers on the table Two settings used by one I watch the petals falling Heartache's just begun There's no you Postman came a callin' To put paper through my...
I'll send you a parcel on the 14th day To say I love you in every way. It won't need a special box Nor some delightful chocs Nor a bouquet of flowers Nor a message between tall towers.