I want to be known.
But not as the loser
but not as the weirdo
but not as the nobody
I want to be known
for who I am
for what i create
for how much i care
I want to be known
for the things
that make me
that make me unique
I want to be remembered
not as i was
sad
misunderstood
misused
I want to be remembered
as I should have been
Happy
loved
appreciated
I want to be known
I want to be remembered
as me
The me with flowers
wrapped him her hair
The me with a smile
that lights the room
Remember me
how you wish
just so long
as its not like this.
This is a poem wrote by a very amazing girl named Cheyenne. It was wrote in the last few hours of her life.

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