A had this friend who was supposed to be my...
She went behind my back...

I grab the gun
onto which i run...

Death , awakening only i can control
its all around as if on patrol...

By: Stephanie Naylor
I write this poem...

By: Stephanie Naylor
Afraid of rejection...

Afraid of rejection
of no intension...

Fire burns in my heart
with the love for you...

Bruises covered her body
from the beatings shes put through...

By: Stephanie Naylor
A life of darkness and despair...

Fieriness alive,
is what i deprive...