* I wrote this poem when my uncle had a heart...
Why did it happen to you...

I love you like,
Bees love honey...

In a path where I did so swell
I met a boy I loved so well...

~~~ heart filled with pain a life of shame eyed...
~bre...

We was happy as two could be,
Until someone came between you and me...

I'm dying inside amd nobody can see
This pain that filters so slowly through me...

* i didnt write this but i love it***
~i am...

You slit my wrist
you slit my face...