Basically,I was drunk when i wrote this.Suicide sometimes cross my mind.This poem was written August 4th,2003.Hope you enjoy.
A poem I wrote in memory of a butterfly I named Joanna, about her death and my own suicidal desires.
9:25 a 09/03/03
i live for her and would die for her if it came to that
My thoughts still wander to her and hope she is ok.
Random.
