She was lying there asleep at least we thought she...
this poem is dedicate to Amanda Bertha Arilllola...
Instead of cutting
I sit here now...
It wasn't meant to last,
Broken glass...
1 i cut
2 i bleed...
I think I'm pretty
I thinkI'm nice...
This life is doomed,
This life of mine...
Please pass the knife
along with a casket...
Grazing in a feild of green
so alone and casts of fear...
Dear Mommy and Daddy,
This letter is to say goodbye...
If there was a good time to die
It would be in February...
Great Grand Mother
You can not go and leave us all behind...
To climb so high, just to feel so free
The rooftop view so beautiful in the cool breeze...