What happens when life is like hell?
What do you do...

Cheyenne, I thought you changed,
From dark and deppresed, to happy...

Whats the meaning of life? A test? Strenght? What...

When i frist saw you,
i thought that your were an angel sent from...

Who wouldn't want someone,
someone as special as you...

I worry for you cheyenne.
Becauase I hate seeing you hurt...

Why would he think that i was gonna break up with...
i have no clue...

Why would i do something,
that i have already expericenced...

Why are you writing death poems?
I hate it when you do that...

We will run away if we have too.
I think we will. Harlea, if your reading this...

I am nothing with out you in my life.
The reason I would be nothing...

I know that he just tries to help,
when he worries all the time...