Fear is your worst nightmare coming to life.
It's the thing that's gnawing at your imagination...

My friend Tori
I know i can always count on...

The marks on my arm
look like just cats scratches...

There's woods at
the end of my street...

As I read your poem
I realized...

Mother I never want to talk to you again.
You are now officially out of my life...

I'm not supposed to get mad
when you write poems about me...

Right now my life
is hectic and a mess...

To the boy i hang out with.
The boy who i talk to...

As the week goes by
I grow more and more impatient...

Jim you called and said
you wanted to get back together...

Sabrina you were my every first love.
I loved you more then i thought possible...