* yea yea its the same old sort of love poem...
I don't want to hurt you...

If I was to take this blade and cut it in deep,
Would you be able to feel my pain...

I believed what you told me
How foolish I must have been...

*i know its long but please read it and let me no...
As much as I do love you...

*Before I start this is an old poem and it has...
So many nights I sit gazing at my blade...

In my dreams i reach for him,
Yet he's always just out of my grasp...

I’m sorry,
I think that’s all I can say...

Its amazing how
Even when I'm in a sh***y mood...

Her eyes cloud over like that of a stormy day,
Fighting to contain the tears trying to break...

All the lonely nights,
All the tears I’ve cried...

No body really knows her pain
All she really feels like doing is locking herself...

*please comment and vote*
ITS SAD, I KNOW BUT TRUE...