The depression keeps on hitting me, br can things get any worse? br as i begin to read the sorrow letter she had left behind. br The reasons why she did it br She tryed to explain br but to me it seemed so useless to do such a thing. br br Stoping as i take deep breaths, br hoping this was all unreal. br Finshing the letter without a solid tear. br Shes gone! br br That was an image that would never become clear, br circling all the memories and flipping through photographs br those times would never fade. br I never cried because i knew she was gone. br I cried because I knew she was never to come back.