The plan of death is were i be
yee the spirits of the past...

*** This is a poem I helped someone write for...
My ancestors were on a strong shiny ship to...

Where were you when I really needed you
I was lost,betrayed,confused I did not know what...

You look at me as if I'm happy as can be
that I'm a normal teenage girl who wants to be me...

The shadows that escaped my eyes
are dark and fearious that scream cries...

There was a girl
She was a girl around your age...

I look at the window and all i think about is you
I look at the snow melting all i think about is...

I need to feel and see this pain
because there is nothing new to gain...

This Monster
There is a monster in me...

Dam thy rose that broke the vine
the vine so sweet and tenderly...

Tis like thy name so sweet
tis so gently where u keep...

To be alone
do you know how it feels to be alone...