Here's to the kids who cry when they're all alone.
Here's to the kids who gives everyone a chance, but they don't give themselves a chance.
Here's to the kids who understand.
Here's to the kids who stand for what they believe in.
Here's to the kids that won't let others push them around.
Here's to the kids who are not afraid using message boards.
Here's to all the kids just like me.

My eyes are weary,
my time is pain.
How can I stop these tears,
that fall down like rain?
Only time knows when the road
is bright again.
Only faith knows when
we'll talk again.
So let's dance tonight
and live like there's
no tomorrow.

Life is a river, calm and winding.
Most of the time the ride is smooth and calm,
but there will be bumps and corners to pass,
and the water will get rough and scary.
We'll be okay in the end--
We'll make it down the river.

you turn on the news,
it says: "teenage girl; dead"
it was no game
it was ******
there's no body (yet)
and only few clues
who ever did it
knew what to do
and live like it
never happen
IT WAS ******
she was just walking,
walking home from school
when he spotted her
it was ******
she will never see her
family on Earth--only
from her heaven
it was ******
it will never be the same
because...
**it was ******.

Slit one I'm bleeding,
Slit two I'm falling,
Slit three I'm dying,
Someone, Save me please!
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Everyone has "those days," where they want to die,
but some actually follow through with "those days,"
they don't see the good things coming.

Why do we feel this way? I don't know.
Is it apart of life? Yes.
But there's some who get saved at like the last minute,
Can we get-feel better? **maybe, but just remember *look ahead, not back.

How can it be that when
I listen to the 4 boys
from Chicago, all my
problems float away?
Just laying there doll-like
with the music "pumping through my
bedroom speakers" I love how
I sing along to the songs.
I love how Patrick's voice
puts me to sleep
and when I get "brain cramps"
and can't write at all, all I
need to do is put in a cd
and within a few weeks
I can write, of course
it's gonna be about
the 4 boys for a while.
GOOD NIGHTS & SWEET DREAMS

I'm running away to a place,
that is my secret place,
where I figure everything out
in this messed up head of mine,
but how can I get there (with no way there?),
when can I go (what time, day?),
I need to go soon before I explode (into a million pieces).
I need to get a way from this drama
high school I'm in, I need time
to figure out what I'm doing (right now)
because right now I'm doing everything in a *trance.