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

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

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

Fieriness alive,
is what i deprive...

By: Stephanie Naylor
I write this poem...

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

Afraid of rejection
of no intension...

By: Stephanie Naylor
Afraid of rejection...

I grab the gun
onto which i run...

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