Friday, December 29, 1989


My friend who was in solitude
Afraid not of my anger.
Reassuring me that efforts were not wasted.
Guarded I was,
Always afraid of being hurt,
Rejected, or despised.
Eternally grateful I will remain to someone who
Took the time to try and understand me.

Friday, December 15, 1989


Dreary and frantic,
Endless in nature.
Suicide a possibility.
Eternally begging for a reprieve.
Alone, tortured, isolated.
Only remaining to feel the
Never-ending pain.