Our friendship, a horrible unfinished symphony, you hated me, when there was a difference, i'd fall down and never rise up, i don't know these lines, don't know these lines, and rise up,eyes up, wise...up... i catch a glimpse of you talking behind my back, you get alyssa on your side,you get andrew on your side, and even others on your side, and teach them to leave my side,why did...i ever...trust you...

Isabella Garza, my first friend, my part time enemy,was the last face in fifth grade that i got to see,if I never talk to you again, will you even remember me? This friendship was never our legacy... legacy...what was our legacy, it's making new friends that you will always see, there were some unusual fights between you and me ,

sometimes i want to kill myself, and i could take a pill myself, and i'll go through the thrill myself, cuz on some days i want to kill myself another poem by, ME

sometimes i wish i was dead, like someone just shot me in the head, but no one could do that because i would have already done it instead. a poem by, ME

i've made way better and that's not featured