Suicides, murders
So much death...

I know that it's pointless
This thing they call love...

I feel the tears of pain
Forming behind my eyes...

Nobody knows who I am
Nobody really cares...

I may not be perfect
Or for that matter, very smart...

How many times did you fall?
How many times did you cry...

With open wounds
And burning cuts...

*if you took the time to read this, it means A LOT...
As she walks through the halls...

I wrote this poem awhile ago and I never submitted...
The walls are closing in...

I really do love you
So, why don't you care...

Promises are always broken
I know this is true...

I can't believe I'm so stupid
To have feelings for him again...