The sky is blue and the grass is green. But im not happy. On may 28 my  best friend
Mandy is being admitted out of the hospital. About a week ago she came to school upset. She said she got into a fight with her mom and went into the bathroom where she took 20 painkillers. I told her she had to go 2 da hospital. So Me and my other best friend Sultana decided 2 tell a teacher. Well mostly sultana did. She went 2 the hospital and got her stomich pumped. THe teachers r callin it a suicide attempt. The same day she told me she wanted 2 die. About a month b4 that I was admitted into the hospital 4 a suicide attempt. I also took pill. Maybe im  an ass 4 writein this on live journal. What does all of this that make me? I have no one 2 talk 2 but myself. I dont want 2 go 2 a therapist but I have 2. And the thing thats gnawing at my heart is that I didnt want 2 tell the teachers she took the painkillers. I was gunna sit there and watch her die. What does that make me? A FUCKIN MURDERER

 

THis poem was written by someone I admire. I Am From Robert John Hansen I am from the jerk chicken in my fridge, From my Nike Air Force 1's and from my Craig Jordan jeans. I am from the ghetto, The feeling of depression I am from the mud beneath my shoes, I am from the tree that stands alone in a concrete jungle. I am from anger and shyness From the quiet old man and to the raging old lady. I am from biting my nails and chewing my lips And from an argument over nothing. I am from lies and betrayal And "Show me your friends and I'll tell you who you are" from Grandpa's chapped lips. I am from Bob Marley's reggae music. I am from Jamaica, Queens and Chinese, Cuban and Jamaican blood. Rum cake and curry chicken. From late night robberies Where they climb through your window just for a buck. Where we don't smile. Living under my bed with dark souls that don't come out, Blood from my family's past on my white walls, And my heart ripped from my chest By the one I love. What came to mind when U read this?