| This poem was written about my counsler Kill Cornell I want to kill her i want her to die she is killing me and she see's my insides she sees the stuff no one can know and she tries to understand but no one can she's terribly nice and told me to stop with the knife not knowing how i feel so i will take my knife stick it into her heart and hopefully she will die no more dreadful fridays no more weeks of fear life would be better if she wasn't here if she was dead.. away i want her gone forever... dead -atalantea- |