I sit in my room,
rapped up in a ball,
going through old letters,
containing so many secrets,
reading old notes,
looking through pictures,
that were left to be forgotten,
trying to forget the memories,
that still haunt me when I sleep,
a familiar face reminds me so much,
I had her buried in my mind,
before the dirt even covered her casket,
I should have gone too,
I came across this note,
her name signed at the bottom,
oh, the memories we had,
still overcome by the last one,
she shouldn't have been lying on the bed,
covered with all that blood,
the doctors should have saved her,
instead I killed her,
in my mind,
a cold chill ran down my spine,
I had the feeling of being watched,
and when I turned,
the image of that familiar face.
