Life gets light
and I am lifted
by the poetry
of her.

The green hill's mist
is weeping through
the blades
of grass.

Expedite my end
bring it to a close
the new me that deserves to be
is something I'll keep close.

I hate suicide
I wish it would **** itself

RIP
Jim
Woody
Arkheem
Tim

I love you
Don't buy me flowers
I love you
Don't leave me romantic notes
I love you
Don't kiss me
I love you
Don't touch me
I love you
Don't come with me on my trip
I love you
I'm moving out
I love you
Maybe I'll see you during the week
I love you
I can't stand being around you most
of the time

My scars
are etched
by tears
like canyons
along my cheeks.

No.