Little blue bird can you keep a secret? There's...
Will this day ever end?
i don't know how many more...
Sittin here confused
not really knowing what to feel...
Breathe,
this one last time...
FYI: I wrote this poem when I was 15.
All the little cuts you make...
Dedicated to everyone I love that has passed away...
When drops of Jane fall on my face...
She doesn't know how she is feeling, terrible...
How can she tell them, she would rather be dead...
Mom dont think this is your fault i love you and...
Stuart...
This is the day
The day that finally came...
She feels so alone, with no one to hold,
She hides all her thoughts, pretends to be bold...
The battle is finally over, Death won one more...
And in my heart, Death creates another hole...
I can't take it anymore.
This constant breathing...