Suicide,
a raging hole of fire...

As I fall into my spot on the parade square
I remember the cadets of the past...

The crimson droplets on the ground
that fell from my slit wrist...

Broken Life
Broken Mind...

So many thoughts, confussing
So many dreams, unreal...

You say that you're crazy
well baby look at me...

I wrote this poem for a school project, Christmas...
There are Christmas feelings in the air...

At one time we were perfect
at one time all was right...

When you're feeling down
and lifes left you blue...

With eyes like green emeralds
A voice that floats through the wind...