Gone

Gone

He is gone. Heartache came. Bursting with loss. With pain, with sadness. With never being able to see his face again or hear his voice. Every second of every day A memory of him flashes past. And with that memory comes a pain so unbearable Death seems the only solution.

Wishing to have never been born Swallowed up with grief Never to smile again. But time passes. A heart never mends. But it heals enough To live again copyright gothgirl 2009