Sometimes we may promise
To go see those far away...
Burn the candle to the wick
fleeting demons make me sick...
~the beginning of the poem goes out to all and the...
"i love u"...
You told me no.
Told me it's wrong...
The lines she left
Across her wrist...
*This is not really a poem, but please read it...
For all those people out there who think suicide...
Mom,
You have no idea...
We found her lying on the floor
with a slight grin upon her face...
I need air to breathe
I need some relief...
Have you ever thought about
has it crossed your mind...
Share these eyes, I call it my will to see.
Set in stone, the memories that dwell in me...
She walks down the hall alone with everyone...