A poem about me -.-

There is no excuse for anybody cheating.

Life is at its worst, hell beckons me near. What should I do but give up on all that I consider pure for it no longer exists, nor does it apply to me.

Death, pain and suffering are all a part of life and David Milani learns this the hard way as he faces the problems of a society that revolves around money.

"He looked at me, and then, the story began…"

The higher you think you are, the more you think you must do.. .

Some tough times I’ve been going through, and I don’t know what I’m going to do. This poetry is a therapy and I hope to express my situation through writing.

Your heart cries from behind locked doors..and you can’t save me…

Ah, the joys of imagination…at least, I hope this is imagination.

Me and what happened to make me into a Pitiful Early Sunday Morning Creature.