For Josh Schultz Poem by The Native Emo

I look inside a cloud of smoke: :
I see who I could have been: :
Layin there crying: :
I think bout the choices I made: :
So I grab my razor: :
Pressin it hard against my skin: :
I watch as the blood runs: :
Visions of family and friends: :
They play over in my head many time: :
Grabbin my arm in pain: :
I sit there nd scream for help: :
Not only medical help: :
But help from the one above: :

-Josh Schultz keep ur head up nd just remember if u thkn there is nobody that will care for u nd love u then u can alwayz talk 2 me nd i'll be here for u cuz i knw all the pain that people can suffer from