(Again, not a poem but too long to be a quote.)
With this gun to my head I look up at you and give...

Do I mean nothing to you?
Am I just a thought that went by...

You make me wanna cut myself
You make me wanna cry...

June Is The Season
Of Love And Lust...

Sitting In The Lush Grass
I Look Up At The Sky...

Why, why me?
What, what could you possibly want from me...

I don't get it.... How could you possibly stand...

Yeah, its a song. =)
You had to come out of nowhere...

Yet another song. =3
Excuses excuses is what he uses...

This is, also, another song of mine.
He shields himself against the blows...

Just to let you know this isn't a poem its a song.
Everything is breaking...

My Dear Fallen Angel,
Why Do You Weep...