This poem was done long time, and wow i still...
With Each Passing Day...

How I Grow Tiresome Of This Life Of Mine
I Grow Weaker Without Any One There For Me...

Why Don't You Help Me?... Will You Help Me Now...

As I Go On With This Life I Grow Weaker
I Have Moved From The Corner Of The Room...

I Cant Think Of A Life Without You
I Would Never Know What To Do...

You Loved Me But Did You Really
You Just Let Me Slip Away...

As I Sit On The Broken Mirror With My Blood
I Look Around The Room...

She Is So Far Away From Me
But I Will Never Have Her...

Is It Time To Let Go?
Is It Time To Forget Her...

What Has Become Of My Life
This Putrid Life Of Mine...

Some Times I Wonder Why I’m Still Here...
For All My Life Has Brought Nothing But Pain...

Time And Time Again
I Have Given Up On Life...