I'm not just another teenage writer who thinks that they've got it bad and writes to express that and collect sympathy. I know that there is beauty in this world, and every minute of my life is devoted to finding it. But I have been hurt. Friends have died. I've been stabbed in the back. I write because I try to find the hidden beauty in every situation. I write a poem, post it, read it and find that it's beautiful. From my writings I've found that I'm a much more beautiful person that I ever knew. That I loved my best friend more than life, and I'd give anything to save his. I'm not angry, I'm not sad. My writing might seem that way(because in all truth, I'm border line angry and too close to sad) but I write so I don't cross over into those emotions that are hard to get out from.
I loved you when you didn't.
I loved you when you cried,
I loved you when you took those pills,
I loved you when you almost died.
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As the last few moments drew so near,
I cradled my head in my arms to cry.
I finally felt the choking fear,
For a friend sentenced to die.
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Stop trying to lick Zaks balls.
He won't let you.
So just stop trying.
I know you lick
...
When you see him in the halls,
I know you want
to lick his balls.
I know his picture is
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