Before you read this poem, I must say that there...
You can call me a b***h...

I like him but I feel like
He is pushing me away...

The shattered glass in pieces
The broken torn up walls...

Imprisoned by my weakness
And lost within your heart...

Just another moment
For me to be there too...

A full piece of paper
With meaningless words...

How can I help you
When you’re busy hiding...

You say you think of me sometime
And ask me why it's such a crime...

What you want
Is what you get...

A friend is what I needed
But you are what I got...

Sick of living life the way that I do
Not able to know what's not and what's true...

Love is the ultimate pure dark
Then again, that's a remark...