Hey...
I love to see the first bloom of a wild rose, to smell the salt spray of an ocean breeze, to hear the laughter of little children at play. Oh no, wait, that's somebody else...
I'm 15. I used to be a pretty normal kid, until I fell in love with a girl. My poems so far are a pretty good chronicle of my descent into madness. Yeah, I'm one messed up puppy. Constantly depressed, suicidal, etc...
"Ain't love grand?"