Missing you
a little less each day...

I hate your frickin guts
so much so it's nearly...

Well now I'm dead,
I put a gun to my head...

Pushing these thoughts
farther back in my mind...

When we were together
i really thought it would last forever...

If you don't comment my poems guys,
I'm seriously gonna cry...

Back then I'd hear our song on the radio
it sets me back to a time...

Some say death is only a release from the pain of...
if so, I can't wait to be released from this...

Hope dangles on a string,
Like slow spinning redemption...

Sometimes i find,
it imposible to get...

Caterpillar
moving slowly...

Blah! blah? blah.
that all i hear...