not living not dead

im a emoth my dad died on september 11th 2001 whitch some of you may know as 9/11 my dad did not die in the twin towers he died at home in his bed.
i was 7. my grandad died when i was ten also in september but not the same day. my life was ruined and im a bit messed up but 6 years without a father can mess you up i have tried to kill my self once and almost tryied again but i just cant do that to my mum who has been beside me all these years and has helped me and for tat i owe her my life i love her for all she has done and when she leaves me i belive she will go in peace as a good wonam who helped her child through years and years of pain. iv made myself cry now so thats all you need to know

i have the greatest freiend a girl could have lauren ly girl.

things at the mo have been hard
and thy've been long.

having fealings is hard
im not like you boy
i care for some reason.

in loving memory of my father mark anthony bathe

black and purple have become my coulours since he left me young alone and blind.taken in his sleep.death came for him as the path he was walking on got to hard.he was lifted and caried to heaven where he would live on being a happy man. whatching his daughters growing to be women.strong and happy.
but his youngest fell just as he fell in his sleep waiting for his return so she can see him again and hold him tight. loving and missing her father but going on for him and her wonderful mother who cares but every time she slips there comes a scar in her memory of her father when she herts she feels ashamed


daddy im sorry i tried to hert myself i was upset and sick of this world its terrible thoughts i miss you and its hard but ill go on for you