How Much I Love You

[[very old poem]]

When I do things with you,
You don't really seem to notice how I feel about you.
I said, "Hi" when you were walking down the hall at school;
You just ignore me like that's a rule.
You, sometimes, talk to me but I know you kind of hate me.
I, sometimes, see you putting your arm around a lady.
Each and everyday,
My heart fills with more pain
But I keep it to myself,
For my own good health.
One time I saw you walking down the street and a car came by.
I pushed you away and the car crashed me, there I died.
You held me and started crying.
Now I notice all the things you did, you were just lying.
Then you took a knife and stabbed it into your stomache
And said, "If you're going to die, I'll die with you too."