I feel so abused,
So tattered and torn...

This is the life we chose
And each one of us knows...

Tears flood my face as I respond to the news
You had to choose...

We meet again, here today, gathered in this place.
That last time was at a birth...

Hearts are ripping
Ears are bleeding...

This is the life I chose
To take the stand...

There is no point to this poem because if your my...
it will talk about the good times and the bad...

I don't understand you
i don't know why...

You never took the time to get to know me
Never tried to hold my hand...

To you who,
care I thank you big...

If I had a dieing wish
Id wish for you to be shielded from this...

Shiny shiny razor blade
How I wonder why this is...