Everyone wants to go to heaven,
But no one wants to die.

As I lie here drunk and deserted all I can wonder is if you're happy?

Make me stand up tall
And hold my head up high
Teach me to accept your gone
Tell me not to cry

from my poem, Looking Down From Heaven

I feel a selfish happiness knowing i will not have to worry about anything as i fade out of this world....

My last look,My last breath, My last goodbye
I expected it to be better....

I stand over you grave
Grieving for your suicide
KNowing i never got to say goodbye
And you didn't love me enough to let me have some closure

Only a few more feet and i can undue this retarded mess only inches now the blood falls but i cant stop it My only hope is this phone too late i feel like im falling its over

My breath dies thin as i stare at your picture

I dont fear death because i know when i get to heaven i can be with you...

Be opimistic! All the people you hate are eventually going to die