I'm 6 feet from the edge, and I'm thinkin...why not jump? Why would anyone miss me? I'm gonna die anyway,why not die now? I have lived my life, but theres one thing I haev to do before I go...I want someone to write a song about my life. I want them to know, I want everyone to know what I been through, everyone...

I feal so guilty, I stole this girl's dog. I was drugged, she loved that puppy, at first I thought it was a joke, but guilt is taking me over. I don't know what to do...I Stand Alone

Walking Memory Part II There happiness has gone away, nothing is ever there to stay. They wait for what what tomorrow brings, A singe of hope,? A hint of smile,? most of the time . So be happy with what you got my friend, be happy to the end, that your life, is not a walking memory. (copyright) Okay,. so easy A. and they say I'm stuipd..hah. Any comments, questions, or concerns, PM me.

A Poem For A Grade, rate it: A Walking Memory WHats the point of living, your only reward is death, it takes away your life form, takes away your breath. Some die before others, some are already died some are still living, there hearts filled with dread. Okay, what do ya think so far? I'm still working on the rest, I make this poem, and get an easy A!

Gone away...thats how I feel life...I can't be alone. Whever I am alone, I beat myself up...cut,booze out, anything. Sometimes not physcially, but mnetally. I made my dad leave. I told them in court what he did, I made him get in prison for life. It was my fault. I visited him last night. HE didn't smile, he didn't say anything, he just looked at me. All I coould say over adn over again was that I was sorry, that I didn't mean to, that I wanted him back. I didn't want him back, why would I? I still had the cuts. But yet, it was so different without him, and I missed him terribly. Finally, he spoke "You sent me away, my own daughter made we stay here...fuck you Rose, FUCK YOU!" and he began screaming, and the police came in adn tried to hold him down, and I was escorted out. HE was supposed to have clamed down, and we would get back together, adn become a real faimly. A real faimly....I'm going to kill myself

Motivaitnol Quoetes made non other than ME!: -Tomorrow is a new day, so start to over. -You might think you hva e abad life, but look in the dumpster. -Hearts are like paper, they rip easily. -Life is like a diary, opne the lock, adn you'll find secrets you wish you hadn't - Stop, think:don't screw your life. -My freedom mean nothing to me, but everything to you. -Wannabe Myself! -Don't be a follower, be a trends setter! -Roses are red, violets are blue, god made me pretty...but what happened to you?!? Made by: Rose (copyright)

Okay, so Jakes not that bad...Mark is SO jealous..but why? I mena, I don't like Jake..at all to be exact. But, there both trying to win me off. FYI- I'm not a lab rat!

what to say, what to say. I still love Mark, I still dis Jake. Oh and Dani's cool, altough...sometimes he acts stranger than me, SCARY THOUGHT! Brandon's my best friend, he is one of the funniest guys you'll eva meet! He's so sweet. Than, theres Mark. I LOVE Mark. He loves me to, he makes me laugh. But...oh I dunno, I'm confused, twisted up. Who should I like, who should I hate? TOUGH DECISONS! ttlya

What can I say? uh....I LOVE MARK! I LOVE MARK! I LOVE MARK! okay, so after I got that shit off my mind, I HATE JAKE I HATE JAKE I HATE JAKE! First of all, the guy is a wanna be punk. He needs a fuckin life! He likesme, he won't leave me alone. The kid's got major issues (don't we all!) in liking me and...he want to be a punk SO bad, oh god you haev to see it to believe it, and I MEAN THAT!

uh....I don't get whats up with this box thing, I mean what the hell are we supposed to type. Okay, well I'll type sumthun. I am sitting at the comp. owrking on sosme fucked up drama skit, praying my parents won't come home, and just plain bored! Oh adn I forgot, waiting to talk to oh-so-cute Dante!