Dark trees sway.
Floor boards creek...

My friends are speaking
and I am laughing...

**This is the first poem I've wrote that rhymes in...
A dream come true...

Love and trust.
Two of the most...

I carry this book
to hide from the looks...

The blood
seeps out of my wrist...

I lay still
late at night...

I am okay.
I do not need him...

I feel sick.
So sick...

I miss
-The way he could always make m laugh...

No longer can I pretend
that I do not love you...

Your hand in mine,
we walk together...