So I clean up the pieces of what used to be,
Throw them away with the old parts of me...

Every poem written,
is a story of its own...

I remembered when i cryed
thinking i couldn't go on...

I crawl up in a ball
hoping to disappear...

You said some things i know
that you didn't really mean...

I hate seeing tomorrow
another hour, another day...

Its just another cat scratch
as i cover up my arm...

So I'm all alone
nothing to do...

Don't tell me how you feel
don't say that we are one...

Why am I so angry,
Why am I filled with fear...

I'm sorry I'm always angry
and i never want to talk...

*one of my first poems*
I thank you for being my friend...