Daisy

October 3, 1998,
The first day you were alive,

1 year later,
We met,
That's the day you became my pet,

As life went on,
We became best friends,
I told you everything,

Every little secret I knew,
You couldn't talk back,
But that was okay,
I knew you were listening anyways,

I taught you tricks,
Played games with you,
We stayed in the tree house,
I curled up beside you,

You were my best friend,
And always will be,

I really miss you,

October 4th, 2009,
That's that day and year you died,

I cried and cried for 2 whole hours,

I lay beside you when you were sick,
I talked to you,
I cried for you,

I sung to you at times you were hurt,
And now your gone,
That's what hurts,

There's no one to tell my secrets to,
That's why I'm writing this poem for you,

I wrote a letter the night you died,
Wrote it for you,
It's what kept me alive inside,

When I was with you,
I felt like you were my only friend,

The one I could trust,
The one I could turn to,

_______________
Daisy Krug,
My sweet little dog,

Born October 3rd, 1998,

October 4th, 2009,
One day after her birthday,
Turned age 11,

Is the night my poor dog,
And best friend,
Died

Quote about boyfriends

Best friend
Open and honest
Your life
Friends like him too (usually)
Really sweet
In love with you
Everything you need and want
Never late for anything
Drama...

The one bad thing about your boyfriend, is Drama...

Quote about best friends

Best friend: You smile, I smile, You laugh, I laugh, You cry, I cry, You jump off a bridge, Uh yeah, I'm staying right here... Byebye!

Sticks and Stones

Sticks and stones may break my bones,
But words will never hurt me,

Pff!
Sticks and stones may break my bones,
But words hurt worse than you know,

Words destroy self confidence,
Words are life,
You use them wrong and you make death,

So watch what you say,
And keep your mouth shut,

Because sticks and stones will break my bones,
But words will hurt more than you know

He was only 3

3 days from now,
She'd turn 18,
She had a child,
He was only 3,
The babysitter never allowed him to play in the streets,

Then one night,
She got drunk and high,
Out of depression,

The child got out,
As she climbed the stairs,
He crossed the yard,
Crossed the street,
And then he got scared,

Standing in the middle of the road,
On his way back,
A car came,
Swirving fast,

But not in time,
They hit the kid,
He fell to the ground,
Blood sprayed all around,

A person jumped out of the car,
She fell to the ground by the baby boy,
Crying and crying,
Life had no joy,

She picked up the child,
In her arms,
She had nothing left in her life,

Because this girl,
Well, 3 days from now,
She'd turn 18,
She'd lost her child,
And he was only 3

Suicide For Love

Silent walks,
Long long talks,
Sneaking out at night,
Late summer rides,

She thought it was perfect,
And so did he,
'Till one night,
He decided he'd had enough,
Of this one girl,

He thought she was tough enough,
To take what would happen next,
He didn't think it would put her to rest,

"I'm sorry, but I don't love you",
He told her that night,
She just looked at him with tear filled eyes,

Then she ran off and began to cry,
"I hate you, I hate you," she yelled back,

And that's when he realized her needed her,
"Wait, wait," he yelled chasing her,

She ran in her house,
And grabbed a knife,
And slowly and painfully took her life,

He came running in at her last breath,
"I love you, I love you," he screamed in the night,

But it was to late,
She hit the floor,
"I love you too",
Then she said no more

Quote...

There comes a point in life,
When you completely give up,
You stop trying,
And you feel like dying,
You cry all the time,
Don't get any sleep,
And you know,
It's that one person,
Who you thought loved you,
But completely ruined your life...

Sally

Her name is Sally,
She is only 3,
Her mom left her,
Her dad is a drunk,

She cried alone every night,
Trying not to suffer to much,

Her daddy didn't harm her,
Said he didn't intend to,
Yet she felt so helpless,
So afraid,
With nobody to look up to,

Her name is Sally,
She just turned 5,
She is proud that she's still alive,

Each night her daddy comes home drunk,
Beats her, Hits her, It was just to much,

Her name was Sally,
She was only 9,
When her daddy took her life,

He threw her and beat her,
'Till she made no sound,

Watched her silently,
As she hit the ground

Suicide

They're very judgemental,
They don't understand,
About what she's going through,
They can't lend her a hand,

They think she's alright,
But deep down she's hurting,
Although she is very good at hiding it on the surface,

Each day means more scars,
More scars mean less pain,
Until the day she cut to deep,
She throws her life away,

Now at her funeral,
Everyone understands,
The girl was hurting,
Needed love, needed friends,
And it was all because of them,
That she was lying there dead

New Blog

I have decided to move all my poems onto this blog, so they don't have to crowd up my other blog. So these are all my poems and quotes. I will add new poems and quotes when I create more! Thanks!