I put my head down and walked away
Ashamed and confused I went astray...

When her parents found her
she still had the razor in her hand...

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

As life starts to overtake me,
and I start to lose control...

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

I'm a really private person
no one knows the real me...

It is all those little things,
that make you who you are...

Such a young man with so many dreams,
shattered in a heart beat, lives ripped at the...

Drip by drip,
i watch quietly as my life flows from my wrist...

And so I cry,
for every moment you held me in your arms...

My heart is burning from the tears
My eyes so tired of crying...

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