"Promise me when im gone, youll always stay strong... " she whispered as she fell to the ground... Wise and silently sound. It's been a whole year since she died, she committed a peaceful suicide. Her last whispers were all I had left, my mind paints my heart a canvas fiery red.... Theres nothing left here for me, can i find truth? Blossoming the blood stained sorrow that seeped the roots of our willow tree...All Rights Reserved