When pens bleed words on paper
It opens up your soul...

Theres this feeling I havent the words for
It grows as we talk more...

There is all that there will be
Saddest thing...

You hate me now, i know you do
i can tell when i look at you...

Cupid has been shot dead
the head lines of a paper...

Happy is not what I am nor am I sad
I am only frustrated not mad...

There will never be a day that you dont cross my...
there is never a good time...

So cold almost frozen
Done crying, dead within...

Im in need of nepenthe in need to forget this pain
Im in need of some kind of drug that could make me...

I had stopped thinking about you
But now I cant...

You say you broke my heart but you havent and...
because I you cant break what cant be broken...

Youre going to smile, I know you will
Because I wrote you this poem, your hearts feeling...