Click, Click...
Can you hear that sound...

Why was her life a mess?
What did she do what did she say...

O.K this is a very long poem but if you do read it...
I know it's all up to me...

As she holds your picture in her hand,
The cut in her wrist is staining her shirt...

He's gone and is not coming back,
Pretty soon in this situation I'm going to crack...

Anger, Hate, Tears ,
It’s finally over...

She is sick of lying,
To her own face...

I was here for you,
I never walked away...

I understood you more then you thought,
I knew how it felt to chase a dream...

PLEASE comment I would really truly appreciate it...
Sometimes I think I'm mentally sick...

Once you let go you just want the person you love...
There is deep depression filling my heart...

It scares me,
One of these days I'll hit a vein...