I give credit to Pink Floyd for this poem, because...
Hey You...

You picked me up and brought me down
without even knowing a thing...

How could you say I cheated
when you know I never would...

A part of me
you have become...

You shot me down so far
then brought me back again...

Torn up on the inside
and scarred on her skin...

She wants to get away
from her life of broken hearts...

All my life I've never wanted
anything so bad...

Black is the best
is goes with everything...

Mountain Dew
is so good...

I feel like dying
everyday...

Do you still love me
the way you used to...