People think i am a dark, depressed girl. Does it really matter what people think? No. My writing tends to get darker and deeper with each line or poem i write. Do you really want to know me? Do you really care? Do you want to see my tears? Do you want to experience all my pain? Does it really matter?
| Poetry | 08/05/2003 | Nothing is Green |
| Poetry | 08/05/2003 | When We Were |
| Poetry | 08/06/2003 | darkness |
| Poetry | 08/06/2003 | Alone in a desert |
| Poetry | 08/06/2003 | Untitled |
| Poetry | 07/08/2004 | drugs |
| Poetry | 07/08/2004 | my face |
| Poetry | 07/08/2004 | creating illusions |
| Poetry | 07/08/2004 | steven |
| Poetry | 07/08/2004 | warped and twisted |
