When she is ready to die that knife will slit that beautiful neck of hers...

She likes being called those names that is the only way she knows she is noticed...

My parents tell me not to write anymore... if I don't write how will I express myself...

Waiting till she can be alone to be with her best friend who sees the tears for what they really are....

I lose [everything] in life I need... Why can't you still be alive?

She will die with the Lord in her soul~him in her heart~and a bullet in her mind

One day~you will feel the pain I felt~you will cry I tears I cried~ you will die the death I died

(I have no idea if someone made this up before but if someone did they get credit)

Love is but a mer memory of what made her smile and what destroyed her...

That knife will never be red and her eyes will never drowned again...

I don't know how I would be able to get out of that hole I digged without your love to give me wings to fly out

(this is for my cousin... we thought she might have had skin caner but we found out it is something else :')... yay)