I wrote a little poem,
As simple as can be...

As I sit here in my class.
I watch a movie about the past...

These games that your playing,
They hurt me a lot...

My blood drains,
Out of my veins...

My love for you is like a wrecking ball,
Smashing my heart as if it was a wall...

I sit down,
As he still stands...

I wish I had said all I wanted to say.
Why oh why did he have to go away...

Why did my time seem so short?
Death came to me...

Your old,
And your tired...

You are my stupid cousin,
And my stupid friend...

Mother dearest,
You have caused me pain...

Laying in bed,
I feel half dead...