Squeeling tires, Shattering glass,
Mangled metal, Fiberglass...

I used the chorus of Ready to Fall by Rise Against...
As I stand here feeling all alone...

The look on your face is so grim,
The odds of pleasing you look so slim...

As I hold this gun,
I get the urge for chance...

I know this poem sucks but im a guy so i dont...
anywho back to the poem...

Will you say yes,
Or walk away...

Hiding like a misfit,
Wishing I could just quit...

Feeling betrayed,
Feasting on my trust...

On the street corner,
Sitting all alone...

I wish I didnt live,
With all of this regret...

As I cry these tears of crimson,
I lay here on my bed...

I only hurt when Im healing,
I cant stop...