In Memory of Landon One day you showed me The scars upon your wrists You said don't worry Not one little bit Two days later your life Ceased to exist You shot yourself and ended that Which you called your living hell The note you left had only six words Tristan don't end up like me That day I slit my wrist To expose the blood inside when I realized what I had done I sat down and cried I made a promise to you That I wouldn't end up like you Over the years I broke that promise But now I swear I'm through I will not break that promise again And that would not be my end I won't end up like you. Dedicated to Landon my friend and his memory. ~theONEyouHATE
meh please please no cutting of the wrist, I know I don't understand how u feel. But I promise u it hurts the people that love you more then anything. But other wise I like the poem/story its good
Thanks but this happened two years ago so I don't any more and I have people who make sure I get the help I need so I'm fine thanks for caring though
:0 ohhhh otay, sorry. I have a friend who does that and I hate it when she does. So now when ever people talk about it I get all worried and stuff
I know you do (I'm not a stalker) I just read about you and her in that post thing (I'm not stalking you I promise)
Lool I feel famous .. Well not a good famous Wow People actually read my story And I truly love the poem,
Thank you.. I'm not really like this :s I hate sharing my feelings .. And I'm kinda hoping people wont read the story very much lol but thanks alot