Sitting here unfolding old love letters
Waiting for us to become better...

What we had
i could of sworn...

Scream out in pain.
The pain that you can't hear...

Take a life
to make yourself feel better...

As you walk down death road you see the memories...
(actually a quote from my freind...

Pain streaming through my head
god this isn't fun anymore...

His blood fills around me,
as I stab him for each time he touched me...

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

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

Sitting in the shower
with the cold water running over me...

Shallow hearts fill this hall
my tortured mind screams for help...

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