I sit here and I look at a picture. A picture of my life. My true best friend. But now its only a picture. and the memories start to flood my mind. I drown in them, in a sea of memories. All staind with blood and dirt. So hopeless. So sick. Filled with guilt and sorrow. The sun is blocked out from the dirt pile. Its always raining in my head. And all the flowers die. The maggots come. And all I have is a picture.