It's just a photgraph.

But even while I look

And I know that nobody is in it

I still can't help

But cry at the lose

Because that's the problem

Your in it,

Your body at least

But your soul long sine departed

And nobody even noticed

You lay bleeding, broken

But nobody heard your screams

I'm sorry.

I wish that the photo didn't have to be

That it was someone elses body.

But its not, its yours

And the more I look

The more I see

How short your life was cut

Because someone cared

To rob it from your grip.

It's just a black and white photograph

But to me its pure torture to me.