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.
You were just happy to see people after each battle.Sometimes you thought,' good God, he's still here'. If he's managed to stay alive so far ,I should have no problem. Sometime's you thought it was unfair when you learned somebody had been killed.
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.
