If you read my poems,
You might think of me a certain way...

I have an option, die for me or live for you.
you want me around but i dont wanna live, you give...

*If you like this, you might like my other poem...
I have the lowest of lows...

Do as you please,
Beg on your knees...

I hate you so much I swear,
Wherever i go you are always there...

Reality continues to ruin my dreams,
Reality makes nothing of something it seems...

My life is a sheet of paper,
With question marks across it...

It hurts, so much, deep down I am cut deep,
The moment was there, the world at my feet...

Life is just a long and winding road,
With bridges along the way...

As I pick up the blade,
A thought runs through my head...

The things that hurt twice as much as they dont...
And the things that make me smile once more I...

Why can't I get you out of my head?
Because, to you, the thought of me is dead...