Shes back on the drugs again
though she knows it isn't right...

The things you do
can make me feel loved...

Thoughts of death are filling my head
ideas of dying and making my self dead...

You are my angel
that flys so high...

As i close my eyes
i would dream of you and me...

I guess you can call me insane in a matter
you can all me weird in a factor...

I write this poem because i am forever sad
my heart has been broken and this really makes me...

You took chances
once to many times...

God looked down on your body
so tired from hanging on...

I miss you very much
you gave my life a special touch...

If i told you i loved you
you wouldn't care...

People never knew just how much he meant to me
they knew him by name but its still not the same...