Tuesday 16th August 2011 There’s too many feelings for a single verse, I spent the longest 15 minutes of my life following your hearse. The circumstances of your death couldn’t be much worse; Our family hides a suicide gene we all see as a curse. Learning to fight haters in this godforsaken place, The fact you can no longer feel pain is a heaven sent grace; I’d go through death to see your face, But that’s not gonna’ happen ‘cos you’re 9 foot under in a polished wooden case. I’ve excelled mentally and physically since you died, I want my Dad to be proud, I’ve really, really tried. You wanted to get through bi-polar; access denied.