..dead poets and open wrists..
..the perfect world doesnt exist..

She goes 2 kill herself and then realises no1 cares because out of the milions of peolple in the world she had no1 2 say goodbye 2....

When your suicdal nufing has 2 be rightly done because it all makes sence.....

I have never really had anyone close to me die. until this morning..i thought i would be sad, hurt,angry and emotional but all i could do is stand there. not talking or moving just simply shocked.

I AM DREAMING OF A NEW NIGHTMARE

I want to be dead
So here I go
I've cut my wrist
and blood is begining to show

Im hurtin inside and nobdy cares there gettin on with there own lyf...

She can't take anymore of this,
Being all alone.
These silent screams shes held so long
Are ready to be known.

(from my poem, Beginning of the End)

"Death is a woman who waits for it, pacient, to finish its job"

>Not mine, and i like it, its very interesting<
-Copyrighted 2006 by Leonel Torres

I scaem my heart out but no one can hear me a cry my life away and maby some day i will bleed to death!!