(In a prov of a man)
I didn't know it would happen to me...

-This poem is written from the pov of a man-
I know it seemed like I had a good time...

I know this is wrong
But it's with you I belong...

I cut myself again today
I couldn’t help it...

*This poem is written from the pov of a man*
I should have told you how I felt...

You're never far away
When I'm alone...

My heart is full of pain
It's like a cloud full of rain...

I loved you more than everything
I needed you more than everything...

My dream boy doesn't exist
At the age of 5 he slit his wrists...

I cut the razor blade into my wrists
Because I don't want to feel like this...

The sun won't shine bright today
The stars won't look at you the same way...

I wanted everything
I couldn't get enough...