Looking at my reflection
fist hitting the glass...

***This is not a poem, i wrote it for my Beautiful...
Her name is Britty... i love her.... she is a...

My dark blood
it bleeds from all the pain...

Suicide is a game
a game of death and lies...

My hate for myself is unexplainable
my life is falling apart...

Im dying on the inside
I can't take the hurt no more...

The way she feels, is understood but ignored
To forget she lies bleeding on the floor...

My Dearest Wife:
its been almost six months now...

Baby i love you
you have got to know...

She died alone , cause she thought nobody cared
to ask for some help she wouldnt have dared...

Fallen down
lower my grave...

I cant believe I'm all alone
its a feeling i know way to well...