You don't mean a thing!
Nothing...

What am I doing here?
What is my purpose...

This is a poem I had to write for my English class...
Distorting, destroying...

Laying here,
trapt...

You are the problem.
Don't you understand...

Have you felt my pain?
Can you hear my thoughts...

As you lay before me,
on the cold,damp ground...

The world is spinning,
spinning...

Gonna f.u.c.k.i.n.g,
f.u.c.k.i.n.g kill her...

She found it,
she lost it...

I hate myself,
I want to die...