Dear Mommy,
A boy brought a gun to school...
Im dead.
But i have no grave...
Alone Together Her Crying And She Says:
I Hate You...
She walks alone in the hallways
With friends right by her side...
I never realized
That I never showed him enough love...
A chill down her spine
The wind on her hair...
I sit here with thoughts that haunt and torture me
The sadness of it all surrounding my soul in agony...
I miss you like no other,
I need you...
Dark Hair
Emerald Eyes...
I feel destroyed and shattered
Atomically scattered...
No friends,
What a waste...
Two kids loved each other
wanted to be with each other...