My eyes have captured so many beautiful things,

My brain has memorized so many scenes,

My heart has recovered from every sadness,

But sadly dear,
Only in my dreams that you appear
And it brings me into tears.

I remember when you told me things would be different. As The prints of your palms would be on my neck. I remember when you told me that you loved me, when you did it. When those nights seem so long, so careless. As the banging on the window became louder, because the sound of a ball being hit against it, those not knowing it wasn't a ball, but rather my head. You told me that you loved me, so it was love too me. Not knowing I was visiting, the pathway to heaven sooner than I realized. Until it was too late.

Who have you become? I see a change. You're becoming so care less, not coming around more. I'm upset, I hit you up, and you're not there. Who have you become? This isn't the person I fell in love with me, that made me believe that you could of been my number one.

A tilted painting
A closed door
Smiles stare at me
Taunting me
Teasing me
And I just smile
Knowing they can't do anything
But I can
My words can stop them
My lines flowing from this pen
And I stand there
And just speak
Their smiles fade to focused grins
And my focused grin
Fades into a smile
They disappear
A flawless painting
An open door
A blank room stares back at me
Greeting me
Welcoming me
And I just smile.

Young girl with a great heart. Play dumb but she book smart. Fooled around with them hood bums. Now she worrying about her unborn, no support she didn't have none. Mistakes? She said she never had done. Now she's feeling ashamed. She needs to understand she's not the only one to blame. To leave what's in her body, it's not your fault baby you had to stop it. Dreams of holding there little feet and hands, is hard to fight it. You was a young girl, who was in love with a ***. The feeling of sending gods gift back, girl you hate it. So you did it. Printed fingers on the glass, wishing this was your last, substances down your throat, eyes shutting, as the memories of what you had inside of you, another soul, was destroyed, because you was too young to hold, so you did it.
(Suicide and Abortion)