I used to believe in fairy tales
you know all the lot...

*me and my sister...
you speak to us horribly...

I'm so happy
my depression is gone...

Love is everywhere
flowing in the air...

I miss my poppy so much I miss him more each day
I wish cancer did not exist or his had gone away...

Kill me now or
kill me soon...

The dark Grey storm clouds
crept so near...

Why all the yelling?
why all the fighting...

With one slash of a knife
I've taken a life...

Mixed emotions is what i feel
torn in two...

Dear murderer
I know u did it...

This is my poem
forever i roam...