My daughter my husband, gone. All because of him, that bastard.

I was running as fast as I could but I just couldn't save them, a gun to there heads and a bullet to there hearts.

How could someone do such a thing as killing a man and a little girl. There dead, why did I let them go without me. I could've fucking saved them.

It's all my fault, it's all my fault, fuck!

I can't fucking do this even seeing them both be lowered to the ground at the same time hurt, I couldn't even say my goodbyes before they were murdered right in front on me.

There buried together at least, now it's my turn.

The gun in one hand letter in the other but the picture right in front of me. My daughter and my husband. All happy and now we can be happy again.

The pulling of the trigger and the gunshot ringing throughout the apartment.

The bright light at the end of this tunnel and the laughs of my daughter.

My husbands beautiful blue eyes and that smile.

I'm home. With my family.

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Damn that was like a poem but anyways I was sad and thought I would write something sad for you people so here you go.

Bye nemos!

NoNameNemo, Out!

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