I sit alone, and start crying,
I sit alone, I'm slowly dying...

I'm sitting here loving you,
that is all I do...

One day I'll stand up and take care of myself,
one day I wont need you anymore...

I don't need your sympathy,
I don't need your empathy...

No more reasons for you to speak,
No more reasons to call me weak...

Suicide was there for me when no one else was,
but now I know I was stupid because...

This is a poem all about cheese,
when someone asks me, I say please...

I look down to the floor,
and I just bleed more and more...

I stare at her picture, I'm in love,
I put on my top hat, and then a glove...

Why can't I say I love you,
Why can't I say that I do...

I look like such a loser,
am I a picky chooser...

If you like someone else, or don't want to have...
for you...I'm willing to wait...