Dark trees sway.
Floor boards creek...

My friends are speaking
and I am laughing...

I am okay.
I do not need him...

I lay still
late at night...

Love and trust.
Two of the most...

The blood
seeps out of my wrist...

I carry this book
to hide from the looks...

I feel sick.
So sick...

**This is the first poem I've wrote that rhymes in...
A dream come true...

Is it killing you
like it's killing me...

**May of 2009
The dark night overtakes the light...

Do you remember
the things you used to say to me...