I don't want to live anymore,
what's the sense...

Crying every night,
for no particular reason...

When I talk to you,
I feel good about myself...

I want to be happy,
truly happy...

You are a great friend to me.
You are a great listener...

Writing poetry
lets me let everything go...

Smile,
I tell everyone else to smile...

Fights everyday,
never a peaceful moment...

I want to tell you how I really feel
but when you asked me if I was in love with you...

I am not popular.
I am not pretty...

You have no idea how I feel about you.
You don't know how many times I think about you...

I love everything about you.
I love the way you care...