Somedays I want to cry so bad
other I want to sit...

I walked through the graveyard
That dark, soundless night...

It was a little weird
walking up the stairs...

I want someone here
to hold me tight...

**This poem was written by a friend of mine and I...
Megan...

I miss the splash
of the waves at my feet...

When he said that it was over
all she could do was cry...

She's though about it daily and had it planned out...
The way she would stop her life in a route...

You call me a prep because I wear American Eagle
you call me a goth because I like black...

Poetry is like love
an eternal flame...

A mind can wander
the lonely prairies...

I feel so happy
I could burst...