Ashes To Ashes, Dust To Dust
She Fights To Hold Back Her Pain
And As The Funeral Procession Marches On
The Sunshine Turns To A Monotonous Rain...

Out Of My New Poem, "Stabbed (True Story)

It's Halloween all year here,
people dressing up to be somebody their not.

Why can't people see past my fake smile and hollow eyes that deep donw (( i'm dying inside ))

&& i know you know,
you just don't care enough to do anything about it

I want someone to just look me in the eyes and say
(( tell me the truth ))

First of all i would like to apologise,
I'm really sorry for leaving you guys,
life for me was way to painful
and i felt like i was to much of a handful

from my poem "my suicide note"
plz comment, i do the same
i promise

I'm contemplating about thinking about thinking too much

For the most part, I'm fine.
But no heart is perfect.
Especialy not mine. ♥

Your part of what I wanted but everything I could'nt have ♥

I don't wanna hurt you with the truth of who I am....I don't wanna scare you off