This poem is to all the wannabes, posers and...
FAKERS= LOSERS...

Through the darkest times of my life,
The one thing thats been stable is my knife...

Show the meaning
show me true...

I tried
i failed...

The other night i asked you
Would you ever commit suicide...

Please Just Come Back to me,
please don't walk out on me and leave...

The past few years,
have been full of loss and fears...

Missing the reality of you and me,
the emptiness that no one seems to see...

To just look at your photo every night..
Giving me the glimpse of love in all its might...

Running up to her room
With her body filled with gloom...

I hate it when you criticize me,
Just because you dont like Wat you see...

You nagged her,
You bagged her...