Everytime I write you a poem,
I show it to you,
Everything I write is bad and you know it,
I just wish I never told you anything, I really do.
I just had no-one else who I felt I could trust,
That was untill I found you,
Now I feel telling you everything is a must,
This side of me,it isn't new.
But I've told you things are back to the start,
When really they're not,
Inside of me beats a bleeding heart,
I'm leaving my body to rot...
I know when I let you in it affected you,
It hurts you and puts you down,
When I tell you that I live in doom,
I can't ever help but frown.
It freaks you out,
What goes on in my head,
You're still my friend without a doubt,
But soon enough I shall be dead.
Tonight the pain is going to end,
But I want you to know it's not your fault, it's all because of me,
You'll always be remembered in my head,
But from now on it's R.I.P. ...