Every night
before she lays her head to rest...

Why is it
that just when things...

I think about it everyday
because it seems like the answer...

She slowly walks
down the beach...

{this poem means a lot to me. its the dream, well...
Everything had been going great...

Best friends,
is what they used to be...

Your the one
I think of every night...

These silly little suicidal tendicies
keep running through my head...

She runs to the bathroom
with tears streaming down her face...

I promise you now
My last tear will be for you...

The pain she feels inside
is too much for her to handle...

How can I wait here
And still want you...