Tired

Hey...thanks for the comments...ummm things seem to have gotten misinturpreted.....this is not i repeat NOT a poem about death this is about a poem about being sick and tired of living day after day....when live is repeating is self.....
oh the last word is never-ending-ness. luv bee

Awww bee.....we've been thru so much...c'mon...nopey nopey ur not quitting, we got some places to go, people to see, lives to learn, hearts to break, and always....bootys to shake.
no sitting down....nuhuh...not for us...ill drag u if i have to...don't make me do it....=D
hey great poem...just one question....whats that word on the second to last line....i don't know what it means....either that or ur making them up again....lol
i LUV u....muahhaha
*kisses ur wrists*
life is precious
-don't waste it-
xoxo~always~rachel

O bee....don't be sad. read emile's worth e-mail. you will always be valued