THE END

The death of one means the life for another.

The hate of one means the love for another.

And when you're being broken someone else

Is being put back together.

But tonight, when the sun goes down so will my heart.

With those few simple words you tore me apart.

You left me behind, and without you I'm empty.

And now, that gun has never looked so tempting.

So I say it now, this is the end, so long and goodnight to you

…all my friends…

-Trisha Brunnenkant

(4/20/09)