Its freezing cold out here, no one really cares,
i see is people in warm jumpers,
and all i get is stares,
all they see is my broken life,
but they dont really want to know,
why i use my knife...

He's feeling emotionally drained, he feels no sorrow, he feels no joy,
he is tired and restrained,
he's not like the other boys..

and thats why i love him!

Standing above the chair,
with a rope around my neck,
gasping for air,
waiting for the check,
mayb i could kill my slef,
no one wuld care,
they'd all just walk past, seing an empty rope,
because i was once there

-x- he doesn't notice me when i am there, but he does when i am not -x-

Hey i'dreally appreciate if people left comments on my new poem, why this happened to me
i'll return the favour.. i just wanna knwo if it is a good as my othr work.. p.s. if u have myspace please leave ur url in a comment... i';; add yuou