Life is pointless without you. Life is empty without you. Sounds so mad but I don’t know why I can’t keep going. I can’t do it. I feel like I’m the only Fucking one sis. I need your words, I need your presence... I need you. I want it all. The bad too. I want it all back. Nothing makes sense without you here. Evil finds me, everywhere I go and I’m now suffering it for both of us, alone. I wish I had those feelings of anger so then I could thrash out but the anger isn’t at you. It’s at THEM. The fakes are still about babe. Pulling wool over peoples eyes left right and centre. I can’t fucking take it. I can’t do life without you. Come home, just Fucking come home: