Dying is an exception..

Dear diary,

I can't stand the sound of his voice
it hurts just to hear his name
knowing the fact that hes moved on
and I'm still playing his little games

I suffer from a thing called love
and i cant take this anymore
id rather be in his arms
Or face down on this floor

Face down on the floor..
i wonder if he'll feel shame
ill try just for now
to see if he can find my pain

ill take that gun
and pull the trigger
what once lied
was a beautiful figure

now I'm all bloody
cant you see
I'm nothing when
hes not a part of me

No one else will ever no
they can never love him more
just to prove that i can't live without him
I'm face down on this floor

please come to me now
do you love me too?
theres only one thing
you have to do

die with me
kill all your pain
we can be together
no ones to blame

so while i lay here
with dead open eyes
no more tears
will i cry

so do you feel pain
any guilt
are you sad
or are you thrilled??

Day two_ when they find me.

he walks around my body
stares for a little while
sees I'm not sleeping
and I'm not waring a fake smile

I'm dead to this day
he doesn't shed a tear, feel any pain
i guess i didn't mean that much
He'll never love me the same

dying is an exception.

I hate this poem
I just wanted to post
sorry..

Its not that good.