Poems from Squeak the Fangirl
I have met Death
One could say Death is my friend
The first time I met Death, I was 5
My friends had all left me, leaving me alone on the...
He will not cry for himself
And so I will cry enough for the both of us
He will not feel for himself
So I will feel enough for the both of...
To my playground abusers
I want to thank you
Your endless bullying
Your pushing, your pulling
Your kicking, your punching
Your tickling me...