Death
Is cleansing...

Okay first of all, before I go off and write this...
I'm sick of all these love poems...

Sitting in my desk
head down on the text...

Sitting here killing time
waiting for the class to end...

Strange thoughts run through my mind
all just to waste time...

As the knife runs down my face
i feel no pain...

This pain it sets
me free...

You were my uncle
but in so many ways you were more...

I'm hiding
from everything...

A million reasons
why i want you...

What we had
i could of sworn...

Why'd you break my heart
told me you love me...