Charlie

The last time I saw Charlie,he had only just turned 3,

He used to run and play with me and jump and shout with glee.

It ended on that awful day when he was taken away from me,

A delicious little candy bar was all that he did see.

All I do is wonder if Charlie breathes right now,

How I miss his smile and happy face,

This heartache drags me down.

Down into my soul but deeper in my grave,

This empty pointless life I have,

My death is all I crave.

Losing all my hope that Charlie will come back,

Countless days turned into years,

But Charlie is still not back.

Lying on the floor whilst my neck poors out with blood,

Iv finally cut my rope to life and drowning in the flood.

Maybe il find Charlie and be happy like I used to be,

But il hold him closer within my sights,so he'll always be with me.