Maybe the perfect crime, is that when your life is going fine the other side of the town there's another broken heart weeping, crying out in fear...

When I was dying, everyone around me seems to be doing fine. Living their little blissful park life, but now that My world is quiet again, it seems that the very people that were there for me, or that I ever cared for is heading for the worst turn in their life... How is that so? Why must it be this way, making all my happiness feel so undeserving.

Lord what am I suppose to learn from all these... I can only take so much you see... Please don't let me go will you?