When i first saw her
i didn't know her...

When I think of you
I think of things that I do not wish to see...

The path that lay before me
I can no longer see...

My friend wrote this poem to me after reading my...
sitting on the bus...

I have no incentive to live
yet no reason to die...

You pluck a beautiful rose from its garden home
and in defense it draws your blood...

This is just another poem another friend wrote me...
i look in eyes and see nothing but pain...

Will there be
one more chance...

Death will come and set me free
death will finally let them be...

Frozen tears from above
covering land so beloved...

I know we have been friends for a while
And I just want you to now that...

Rain falls
on windows dry...