I don’t know why I do the things I do.

I still have trouble accepting the fact that you have gone.

Just one word ruined your life.

Well is too small then sea and river but the taste of the well water is I cant say in words.

Written by Elana Zablocki.

You made me give up.

I have had time to think now.

I wrote this for my Dad, who passed through Heaven’s gate six years ago.

It is time to say our dark confessions.

You regret accepting defeat.