buffy_0102 , 23

Danos Poem
*This Poem Is dedicated to everyone that has lost someone they loved*

as i look threw my bedroom window,
watching the world pass me by,
i realize that its not the same without you.

I wipe away the tear draining from my check
and try to be strong
yet your presents still lingers here
and its driving me insane

ive been lying to everyone most
importantly myself,pretending im
happy yet the pain is too intense

A hundred knifes stabbing my heart
a thousand memories tearing me apart
a million questions left unanswered
a billon words left unsaid

i try to pick up the pieces to the puzzle but they wont fit
i pray to god for some answers,something to make me understand why i cant let you go

I wish i could go back in time,
so you could wipe away my tears
tell you that i miss you,need you
but most importantly how much i love you

Even tho your a million stars away
a place no one can explain
i know that your watching me
and smiling down from above

i now realize i can never erase you
from my mind,cause no one can
ever break as special as we had
not even death its self.

I know one day you will come and get me,
guide me threw the gazing lights,
into the heavens gates,
into gods hands.

till than ill look at the positive
remembering all the good times we had
instead of always asking why
ill try to understand that theirs a reason for everything
even though it dosent seem right,its all in gods hands.

Rest In Peace Dano...We Miss You Babe
(1988-2007)

"What are you talking about" answerd shera in a deep voice, "my life is soo much harder than yours, my father can't handdle one night without a beer and his always calling me names. "Well at least your dad diden't walk out on you at six years old" said Vicky in a deppresed voice. "Oh my god i cant belive you just said that Vikcy, my mother walked out on my tenth birthday, leaving me with my drunk of a dad and my brother who i thought was thier for me but once he turned, 18 he walked out on me just like my mother did and i had noone to talk to, noone to tell me it was okay, Vicky i think you should think of other people than yourself, Shera haung up the phone and started to weep. She took out her sissors from her pencil case and she started to put the sharp eadge into her skin and felt the blood flow out of her body, she was free at last, she felt free and smiled as she looked at her wrist. After she cleaned herself up she started to cry again, she did it again, she cut herself. She thought to herself why coulden't she have just died right there. She remebered at her tenth birthday when her mother had walked into her room and said "happy birthday sweetheart". Her mother huged her so tight and gave her a big kiss on the check. Shera always wanted to be like her mother, so pretty so confident. Her mother had long curly blond hair and tall and skinny with big blue eyes that always lighted up the room when she walked in with a big smile. Shera had her dads looks though short and a bit chuby, with short dark brown hair, and brown eyes. Shera remebered what her mother said that day give out as many smile's as you could cause thier free, but shera only gave frowns to everyone she saw. Its just not fair thought shera, how can everyone be so sad over a broken nail when my dad would treat me like shit. That day her mother never came back from picking up her cake, and left shera and her brother in soo much pain. Shera diceded it was time to make a change in her life, just than her father entred the room with a beer in his hand. "Ya forgot to take out da trash". Shera answered him i had alot of homework to do daddy. He answered her "your failing anyways your a failure, cant even take out da trash for ya old man ya know what? Your trash" said her farther in a deep tone and slamped the door. Shera keept her tears inside of her and thought at least he never hit me, and went to bed, not knowing what her farther would do to her durning the night.

"What are you talking about" answerd shera in a deep voice, "my life is soo much harder than yours, my father can't handdle one night without a beer and his always calling me names. "Well at least your dad diden't walk out on you at six years old" said Vicky in a deppresed voice. "Oh my god i cant belive you just said that Vikcy, my mother walked out on my tenth birthday, leaving me with my drunk of a dad and my brother who i thought was thier for me but once he turned, 18 he walked out on me just like my mother did and i had noone to talk to, noone to tell me it was okay, Vicky i think you should think of other people than yourself, Shera haung up the phone and started to weep. She took out her sissors from her pencil case and she started to put the sharp eadge into her skin and felt the blood flow out of her body, she was free at last, she felt free and smiled as she looked at her wrist. After she cleaned herself up she started to cry again, she did it again, she cut herself. She thought to herself why coulden't she have just died right there. She remebered at her tenth birthday when her mother had walked into her room and said "happy birthday sweetheart". Her mother huged her so tight and gave her a big kiss on the check. Shera always wanted to be like her mother, so pretty so confident. Her mother had long curly blond hair and tall and skinny with big blue eyes that always lighted up the room when she walked in with a big smile. Shera had her dads looks though short and a bit chuby, with short dark brown hair, and brown eyes. Shera remebered what her mother said that day give out as many smile's as you could cause thier free, but shera only gave frowns to everyone she saw. Its just not fair thought shera, how can everyone be so sad over a broken nail when my dad would treat me like shit. That day her mother never came back from picking up her cake, and left shera and her brother in soo much pain. Shera diceded it was time to make a change in her life, just than her father entred the room with a beer in his hand. "Ya forgot to take out da trash". Shera answered him i had alot of homework to do daddy. He answered her "your failing anyways your a failure, cant even take out da trash for ya old man ya know what? Your trash" said her farther in a deep tone and slamped the door. Shera keept her tears inside of her and thought at least he never hit me, and went to bed, not knowing what her farther would do to her durning the night.

why did i try so hard 2 be some1 else but me.
Why was i searching so hard to find someone i
did not want to be.
Sometimes i think i well never be wanted.
Sometimes i think my life is someway haunted.
My family and friends just loves to try to
change me
why wont they just leave me be?
i know ill get through this cruel empty
world we have to live everyday
by saying what i have to say
Maybe im just not as popular as others
maybe i cant see myself as my mother.
Maybe life is just playing me and
im one of the lost players and that all
i look at in this world r all da haters.
i feel like my life is a wall and it keeps
stumbling back down yet i keep on
building it back up tall.
but i try to stay strong even when
it gets cold and long.
now to let everyone know far and near
im me and that's All im going to be.

somtimes i feel that my life is a wall
and it keeps stumbling down,yet i keep on buliding it back up tall.
Somtimes i feel scared and alone,
i feel like evryone keeps on giving me the dark tone.
evryone sees me as a happy,quite young teenager
but one thing people dont know is that every day i live it with full of anger
fear and pain is the one thing i have bodeled up inside me.
and i dont understand why no one gets me.
The one thing that keeps my hope of countinuen my life
is my family and friends and my dreams,
and ill alwayz have my