Hey Mrs.R,
I just wanted to say
Thanks and all.

This will be my last poem on here for the summer.

Oh my wonderful poets,
Keep writing! I plan to come back and see
More beautiful poems and stories, okay?

Goodbye,
I'll be back soon.

I surrender
I tap
I give up
I quit
All this *******
I need to rest
This fight I cannot take
My knuckles are bruised
My bones are creaking
My burdens are to heavy
Please I quit
I'm calling it quits on life
Bye. Adios. Chao. Au revoir.

She's the kind of girl
who would walk up to a
stranger and kiss him
or her on the mouth and
not give a **** what anyone else thought
And if she could, she'd make every single one
of her dreams come true, even
the nightmares.
And night after night she
finds comfort in the arms of strangers
and cigarettes and cheap wine.
And she'd do anything to stop feeling
so ******* lonely.
So ******* empty.
So ******* numb.

She's the kind of girl
that would set fire to her hair
just to feel alive.