This is a poem I wrote a looooong time ago, so it...
Living a life and living a lie...

You know what I hate
At the start of each day...

A friend is a person
Who treats you like dirt...

Contemplation
~Pistol or pill...

I was only half awake
~"How many pills did you take?&quot...

I need to feel you, I need to touch you
I need to feel your sweet breath upon my neck...

I know how you feel
Because I feel it too...

Feeling guilty,
The bottle in my hand...

In the back of my mind
In a forgotten place...

I have no friends
There's no one there...

My life began the day I met you
It ended the day that you left...

How does it feel to know you caused my death?
That because of you I am taking my last breath...