I'd just like to add that, this poem, didn't help. I had two copies. This one, and the rough draft, or original. I dropped my notebook in my French class, and my papers went everywhere. I thought I had picked them all up, but I lost the other copy. It had flown under her desk. I ran to my friend who had her class in seventh and she looked, but the poem was gone. It seems she found it, read it, was disturbed (?), and turned it into the school counselor. Long story short, now I have to go to a therapist! Oh goody! Ugh!
I'd also like to say that Yellowcard, Evanescence, Simple Plan, Good Charlotte, Blink 182, Trapt, Jet, P.O.D., and many more that I don't feel like putting ROCK! They are the people that keep me going and alive everyday!
* whispering * "let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies hit the floor." * no longer whispering * "Let the bodies hit the FLOOOOOOOOOORRRR!" muaahahahh! - Go Drowning Pool!