I used to think I missed you. Now, I have realized I miss always having someone to talk to, I miss the stability of never being alone. I miss the relationship we had, I don't miss you.
I will never forgive you, I wish so desperately to join you, but I will never forget what you have done. I watched those three innocent children cry over the loss of a mother and I watched myself change from a sibling to a parent.
They all needed you, I needed you. We were deserted and left in the hands of monsters.
I won't cry over you. It's your own fault your dead, and maybe it's better that your gone.
Now the fires of hell can show the pain you have put me through.
