Finally, I can rest in peace, <br />knowing that you're dead, <br />I still can't get your face and voice, <br />to get out of my head. <br /> <br />I look at your picture, on the wall, <br />was it real, or was it a dream, <br />as much as I try to regret it, <br />I know deep down inside, that it was real, <br />as fictious as it may seem. <br /> <br />The shot, the blood, <br />the tears, as they flood, <br />my heart, my head, <br />I wish you weren't dead. <br /> <br />All I have left is this picture, <br />hanging on the wall, <br />the memories, the flashbacks, <br />show the worst of it all.<br /><br />XxAmieLee xX<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/picture-12/
