Tears follow down my cheeks
It happens at a drop at the hat
Some days it is over time
Some days it release just like that
I try to be a good friend
I try to be a good wife
I try to be a good sister and daughter
I try to make most of this thing called life
Why don't I seek help
Find someone to listen to me
I don't know why I don't
But that couldn't be
Thank you life
To listen my cry
Maybe I'll see you another day
Good bye

Dear Christopher,
It was 3rd grade
We talked about being boyfriend and girlfriend
Looking back now, we both had no clue
it was like that for 3 days before it came to an end
Love,
The frizzy haired 3rd grader

Dear Andrew,
It was 6th grade
I thought you were smart and I really liked you
But you were made fun of for liking me
You ignored me and said those feelings weren't true
Love,
The 6th who use to think you were amazing

Dear Daniel,
It was 8th grade
I moved to a new area and I don't know anyone
You told me you liked me, but decided to date my friend
When you guys "broke up" then you said thing that I didn't like
Things that made me uncomfortable
These are the reason I had to put it to an end
Love,
The 8th grader that was put off with your ****** comments

Dear Matthew K,
It was 9th grade
I thought you were the greatest thing since slice bread
Everyone looked up to you as a hero of the day
I found out that I didn't fit the type of girl that you like
I confessed to you and I regretted the words that I say
Love,
The 9th grader that realized that you are a ****** canoe

Dear Chris R,
It was 10th grade
Thank you for the mixed signals that you gave
One day I thought you kind of liked me and then you pretend I wasn't there
Founding out you did hard drugs and I hold onto my heart for the save
Love,
The 10th grader that was really confused to how you really felt

Dear Chris B,
It was 11th grade
You liked me and I liked you but no one would say
But you also liked another and we didn't tell each other how we feel
So for now I'm going to move on from you, but who knows where our paths will end crossing one day
Love,
The 11th grader that is still grateful for our friendship

Dear Matthew H,
It was 12th grade
I really liked you and you seem to like me too
We went on a date and that was fun, but
You were mormon and I am not, so I had to stop seeing you
Love,
The  12 grader that was grateful for the date and prom

Dear Mike G,
Fresh out of high school
I truly loved you with everything that I am
You were my first on every level but I was another notch in your belt
You broke my heart, but crying for you now isn't worth a ****
Love,
The girl that you thought was just a ****** conquest

Dear Chris B,
We have found each other again
We reconnected again but this is feeling is something new
I don't just see you as a friend but something more
9 years later we are now husband and wife, who knew
Love,
You wife that is grateful for your love

You were my only friend
I had no one during my childhood
You were always there in the end
You were there when no one would

Now I am not talking about a person
I was surrounded by loneliness
I had no one for some reason
I keep to myself, that was my businesse

Now here we are years later
I didn't think I would see you
But now you show up to cater
The poor lonely girl that is what you do

Is it love
To judge and hurt
You are almost perfect
But in my eyes you look like dirt

I come across as some that cares
But in reality, I'm embarrassed by you
People are being nice, but you don't get it
It is really that they can't say what is true

You are sweet and you are pretty
But you need to dress up more
Because personality doesn't count
If you look like, in my eyes, a *****

I see in your eyes that what I said hurts
But I don't care because it is about me
I can't be associated with the likes of you
I'm worried what others will think and see

You want to marry my son
Well, welcome to the lion's den
You better  shape up
Because you are only a 9 out of 10

Something Vimes had learned as a young guard drifted up from memory. If you have to look along the shaft of an arrow from the wrong end, if a man has you entirely at his mercy, then hope like hell that man is an evil man. Because the evil like power, power over people, and they want to see you in fear. They want you to know you're going to die. So they'll talk. They'll gloat.

They'll watch you squirm. They'll put off the moment of ****** like another man will put off a good cigar.

So hope like hell your captor is an evil man. A good man will **** you with hardly a word.