Please comment on this poem because it means more...

No angels are present here,
Only the presence of fear...

A smile,
Is like a mask for pain...

I'd go on forever
But what would be the point...

I'm face down in this puddle
A puddle of my own blood...

And you've never sat there before,
Maybe if you did we could have been so much more...

No going back now,
The wall of dreadful deeds...

This is my first poem and i'm really nervous about...
No one understands these feelings...

This person here, it isn't you
But I let them do what you do...

You say I'm the epitome of elegance
And the personification of flair...

They taste like shit
But they're making me feel sick...

You told me you wouldn't underestimate, but that...
I wanted you to take every word I said and twist...