I'm sitting in my closet
To tell you all that's wrong...

Shes in a room full of people
who laugh and pretend...

Why will the tears not run down my cheek
But through my wrists they leak and leak...

The blood from her Wrists
Moved much like her soul...

130 pills exact
counted each one and put them back...

My life changing without me
I've tripped , fallen...

... I know its long but please read..
Tears drip off his chin...

You’re the one that makes me smile
You’re the one that makes me frown...

Let not tears breach your beautiful eyes
for in my death true meaning lies...

Thanks mom
For leaving me...

You've had sixteen years to listen
I screamed and said...

He started this poem
so long ago...