This poem was written in the hospital.For all of you who are thinking about o.d.ing I suggest u don't unless you think u would enjoy drinking a whole bottle of charcole.
For my very first niece who was born February 26, 2001... She made it to the world but became a lifeless angel... I was supposed to be a proud aunt for the very first time...
I’ve sometimes wondered what it would be like, being a bodyguard and having to risk your life for the sake of saving someone else’s life. Someone whom you may not even like, someone who may not even like you.
Inspired by the belief that we're all actors on a stage and our lives are roles we play,death comes when everyhing fades to black and the curtain closes,but the performance will live on forever.
Several young men in their late twenties suffering from PTSD. Commited suicide prior to parades on the 11 of November 2000.Theirs is an untold chapter in a forgotten war,within the mind.