War and death
drugs and meth...

** poem about my inward battle, and how i once...
Sweet dreams little girl, you'll be safe tonight...

* I wrote this poem on my birthday (march 25th)*
This day has been filled with birthday wishes...

The man in the moon smiling brightly at me,
as I watch him rise and set over the sea...

Alone in my room, as I sit and write,
I can't help but think somethings wrong tonight...

Not doing any work, sitting here,
in study hall, trying to put on a face of cheer...

During the night I sit and weep,
thinking about my life, I don't make a peep...

Good bye to you once again.
You, the one I once called friend...

I'm sitting here trying not to think,
sitting here, I'm at my brink...

In this classroom i sit alone
away form others, on my own...

Physically, he didn't put a gun to her head
he only made her wish she were dead...

Far away in another land,
sits a little girl, playing in the sand...