How am i supposed to love somebody else, when he took all the love i had when he left, leaving nothing behind but hate.

You can call him what ever you want, but still he was special enough to make you write a poem about him.

An everlasting sleep is what i truly need
so all these thoughts inside of me can no longer breed

A heart is not to play with
a hart is not a toy
but if yew want it broken
then jus giv it to a boi ...

Sometimes when I say OH, I'm fine
I want someone,
to look me in the eyes,
and say Tell the Truth

I'm gonna draw a picture, a picture with a twist. I'll draw it with a razor blade, I'll draw it on my wrist. As I draw this picture, a fountain will apear, as this fountain flows my problems disapear.

You don't need to tell me...

your silence told me everything...

Isn't it unfair that life gives you so much reasons to grieve, but then only one reason to make you happy?

I could lie or tell the truth, but both won't do any good..

It's him who lost more.
For I CAN love this much again
&& he cannot find anyone who loves like I do.