Hey, this is really good. i like how you can write about feelings that arent really your own. cuz i kinda struggle with that sometimes.

"I looked at the wall,
And there was your name,
Printed in blood,
O how I wished things were the same."

that stanza doesnt make sense. so his name was there, ok i understand that, but why does that make you wish taht things were the same? its the only stanza thats suggests that he inderectly did it. it doesnt fit. love ya n e wayz!
~nancy~

Geez.. its deep. but be honest, is this how you really feel?