see the hills gently roll,feelthe grass softly flow
beneath their roots, i am old
silent stories never told
ours is not to say, where we lay
He request us, His own way
we can ponder,come what may
till our thoughts subside, end of day

Here right now and way up ahead. Think what you feel think about the end. Sometimes in life we dont always feelthe precious moments butbinstead we feel the knife im a negative person or so ive been told its all the anger I used to hold. But since our begining ive been glad for you are best that will of had. This poem doesnt rhyme but it tells a story. Of two teenage lifes without the glory.

Sometimes I feel like the world would be a better place without me. Sometimes I just want to end all the pain I feel. But then you came along. I can see the love you feel for me. I can taste the forever you have promised me. I feel the warmth of your body against mine. But then when you have to leave, because of how hard they try to keep us appart, things change. Thats when I hear the evil words they say. Thats when I see the crimson red pain escape from my wrists. Thats when I feel the desperate sharpness of my old friend. And suddenly the world  fades back to the darkness. Then I hear the horrid screams of silence. And once again I feel cold and alone. Suddenly a small light comes out of the darkness. It's warm and causes me to look up from my lonely pain. I see your face and, again, I feelthe love and warmth you have brought me before. Once again I feel that forever I was promised. Though I still wait forthe question that will forever take me away from my dark place. The sweetest question that I will ever hear. "Yes" I wisper to myself in hopes that u will ask soon. When that day comes I know the light u have broight will fallow me as well. But for now I will watch the light and warmth follow u as u both fade away, and I am left here to wait alone in my cold, dark place.