I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive my car,
I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick, it even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way you’re always right,
I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it when you’re not around, and the fact that you didn’t call.
But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you, not even close… not even a little bit… not even at all.
Its already been half a decade but still your movies live on, being watched by millions around the world showing how extraordinarily talented you were. Your face is recognised by many; through the characters you have portrayed, but sadly the name is sometimes forgotten. Heath Ledger, you were a hero to this world despite famously playing the villain which awarded you with an Oscar for best supporting actor. Devastatingly you were unable to collect this as you had passed at the young age of 28 leaving your family to accept this award for your outstanding performance as the joker in The Dark knight. Your young daughter, Matilda will grow up proud with knowledge that her father had such a positive impact on many lives around the world. You will never be forgotten and people will always be watching your films as you wanted “When I die, my money’s not gonna come with me. My movies will live on for people to judge what I was like as a person. I just want to stay curious.” R.I.P Heath you are missed by many.