I wrote my life in that journal...
Every second of my beeing...
All my feelings...
All my thoughts...
All what's inside of me...
I even wrote the date of my death...
I don't know how...
I don't know why...
But even after my death...
I keep see the tears that fall into this journal...
i keep hear the screams of the one who cried them...
And i still feel the pain of her heart...
I still feel the blood flowing down...
I even remember the moment when I toke my soul out of life...
Now there are no more tears to cry...
No more screams to yell out...
Nomore blood to flow...
I'm lying here...
Under the rain of your tears...
The last think i've heared in my whole life...
Was you saying me that you loved me...