This is my first poem and i'm really nervous about...
No one understands these feelings...
Every night before i go to bed this goes through...
All alone
Outside she stood...
In the shelter where I worked
he followed me room to room...
I'm not afraid of dying
in fact i cant wait for it to be me...
She Couldn't Tell The Truth
You were her everything...
If I passed away, would you care?
this is a question I would like answered true...
There's a boy crying out tonight.
Each and every day he lives in fright...
In the dead of night
She let go...
As these sleeves have hid my cuts
So will I hide my emotions...
Two girls
the best of friends...
I hate to see flowers die
it's like the worst pain...