It seems I have an issue
That stabs me in the back...

Another face across the hall--
A special friendship lost it all...

Of the miseries uncounted
Of atrocities galore...

Painted smiles fit to smooth
and smother out your lies...

Even though you hurt me bad
and broke my fragile heart...

As the sun and stars start to slip away
And cloudy skies make up your day...

-I am sorry this may be long-
I lay my head against the desk...

Two months ago you held my heart
But you broke it and I fell apart...

Beware of she who holds the knife
The one that brings you into strife...

-When reading this poem you will notice some words...
"Its fine," she simply said to me...

Its something I just cant describe
Not new but a great feeling...

Because of you im lost in mind
I cannot tell the passing time...