Screaming out loud, in the dark of the night...
But nothing is there...

I try to forget what you've done,
And the fact that the other guy won...

To want,
To desire...

Helping you gives me great joy,
to listen to your problems when you're greatly...

The things we said,
the things we did...

I hate the way you make me feel, every time i look...
I hate the fact that you read my poems and never...

I just don't care,
what people think...

I hate you, and i hate me,
but worse of all i hate being...

I walk a lonely road,
a lonely road that no one knows...

I'm not OK, this i swear,
everything I've done with out thinking...

I'm sorry for all the pain I've caused,
I'm sorry for everything I've done to you...

In dismay am i,
to hate the meaning of life...