This poem sucks

Siting outside
in the hot sun
thinking about
all the things i've done

I've ruined someone's life
or so I'm told
He tried to end it with a knife
and not grow old.

And no matter
how hard you try
they still
want to die

Nothing you could
do or say
would ever make them
want to stay.

They lie, cheat
and steal
yet I'm the one
who feels ill.

I feel like I tried
but it was all in vein
only a small prtion of my soul
still remains.

This poem sucks
so I'll throw it away
and try to rewrite
on another day.

written 08/2005