ya so today went kindaa well...accept 4 da end and um im like totally stressed out , angry and depressed....i just want to know what  everyones coping skills are

THE PAIN THAT I'M FEELING IS OVER WHELMING
THE THINGS YOU DO THAT KEEP ME YELLING
I LOVE YOU SO MUCH BUT YOUR BREAKING MY HEART
WE KNEW THIS WAS OVER WHEN WE DECIDED TO START
WE'VE TRIED TO HOLD ON
BUT DEEP INSIDE WE KNOW
IT'S TEARING US APART.
THIS RELATIONSHIP REFUSES TO GROW
SO BREAK UP WE MUST
IT WILL HURT AT FIRST
BUT TEARS ARE TEMPORARY
THIS IS SOMETHING YOU WOULD KNOW
SINCE YOU'VE HURT ME THE MOST
IT'S TIME TO LET YOU GO
                                  
                                      -Xtasy
 

                                                                                                 

A boy and a girl,
the best of friends.
From elementary to high school
from beginning to end.

Through all those years
their friendship grew.
They both felt the same,
but neither knew.

Each waking moment
since the day they met.
They both loved each other
sunrise to sunset.

He was all she had
in her terrible life.
He was the one
who kept her from her knife.

She was his angel,
she made him smile.
Though life threw him curves,
she made it all worth while.

Then one day
things went terribly wrong.
The next few weeks
were like a very sad song.

He made her jealous
on purpose he tried.
When the girl asked, "Do you love her?"
on purpose he lied.

He played with jealousy
like it was a game.
Little did he know
Things would never be the same.

His plan was working
but he had no clue.
How wrong things would go,
the damage he would do.

One night she broke down,
feeling very alone.
Just her and the blade,
no one else home.

She dialed his number,
he answered, "Hello"
She told him she loved him
and hung up the phone.

He raced to her house
just a minute too late.
Found her lying in blood,
her heart had no rate.

Beside her was a note,
in it her confession.
Her love for this boy,
her only obsession.

As he read the note,
he knelt down and cried.
Grabbed her knife,
that night they both died.

She was found in his arms,
both of them dead.
Under her note
his handwriting said:

"I loved her so,
she never knew.
All this time
I loved her too."

usually i talk to my friend and he helps me 
or i go to sleep
or i play music

ok...heres the deal
im a emo poet who doesnt really share her poetry and its something im very gifted at...but now that my grandma/principal found out about my poetry and now i HAVE to write a poem about my friends graduation by friday
and it was fun at first but its getting really stressful now that she's forcing me to do it like it some important report