People are always talking
about killing them self...

Life's so short
You live then you die...

Why do girls likes boys
when all they do is hurt us...

I think of you night and day
even thought you know me...

Kiss me
Dis me...

At your face
is what i stare...

When he speaks of death
he speaks the truth...

I wish he couldn't sleep
with out thinking of me...

She is full of pain
finger nails painted black...

I am writing a poem
To properly explain...

My path is so set !
Grow up...

I once had a male friend last year
over summer we have grown so far apart...