I have no time for backstabbers.

How would I live without you.

I was always there for you.

Writing a poem about ll the tears I have cried was hard because it only reminded me of you and what we used to share. As I am typing this poem you are about to read…my tears began to once again fall.

The newest of my poems.

People don’t always get treated how they deserve.

Some relationships mean more than others.

This song / poem is about being with someone who doesn’t care about you. They don’t care if your having problems and just want to move on with their lives, but then when they’re having trouble they like to talk to you or when they want something from you then they know you or listen to you. I hate it when people I know do that to me. I sometimes feel like taking a power saw and riding it over thier skull.

Used to feel this way when I was in my teenage years. Struggled out of it thanks from the support and understanding from friends and family. Things changed a lot after this..

Christmas should be a time of celebration, but for people it just magnifies loss.