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Tuesday, December 19, 2006


Break-down in School...
I was thinking about all Tony said, about cutting... About, how everything he said that would happen... Did. I'm scared to have people touch me, for fear of them seeing what I did. The only people I know I can trust to see those cuts, and not freak out on me, are Tony and Dustin... Simply because they are the friends I tell everything to. So anyway, on to the break-down. In english, I was thinking, and started crying. I wrote, pages upon pages of what I was thinking and feeling. No one noticed me crying, simply becuase everytime a tear began to fall I'd wipe it away... And the tears were silent. This lasted an hour, and still, no one noticed...

I wrote a poem, about Dustin... He helped me the night before last, when I made the mistake... This is my poem, "For My Best Friend"

Someone has always been there for me.
The way he treats me is wonderful.
This is something I have recently come to see.

He has kept me living,
Of that I am truly greatful.
He just keeps on giving.

Without him, I would be nothing.
I'd be dead, no more.
This boy, is my everything.

He's my bestfriend.
He's never left my side.
We'll be there for eachother til the end.

I can tell him all,
I trust him with my life.
And he helps me when I fall.

Haven't you heard?
My best friend's name,
Is Dustin Sheppard.

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