Cross my heart, hope to die,
stick a needle in my eye...

I look around my empty space
Tissues on the floor...

I donâ??t want to go on living
I just want my life to end...

Why do I write poems
I know you will never read...

If I never saw you again
Id not be able to survive...

My hart was once broken
battered beyond repair...

Lying awake
waiting for 12 o//clock...

An arm is cut
A hart is broken...

I//d always let you borrow my pencil
I//d always give you my food...

Don//t cry over me
How I cry over you...

Thank you for shouting
And sticking up for your kid...

Is anyone there to help?
To help me take a breath...