the pain looking at the moon; silver, shining, gleeming. sharp fangs grow and bite into ur neck, ripping ur flesh....plz help me from this pain, help me stop this hunger. i want u to stop...me...plz stop me.
my son, my beautiful baby boy has died.... there is no way to get him bac... this pain in my chest has broken up my family. i dont know wat to do anymore... should i kill myself to be with him or should i live my life for my son.... help me choose. i dont know anymore.... but i think im going to live for him and my kids. if i died, they'd have nowhere to go... no 1 to love them excpet their father.....but my son is dead... the pain willl never leave me alone...................... I LOVE U MY SON; DEATH CHAOS!!!!! crying crying crying