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I cant believe you told him!

I cant ever trust you again!

Why did you do that?

I thought you were my friend!

I go home to cry

I feel as though I could die!

What am I supposed to think?!

I can never love again!

Is this what I had coming?

I am so worthless!

I think I should end it here!

They tell me that he isnt worth the pain

But in my arm he is like a vein.

If it where to pop I am going to bleed

But he is something I need!

I cant go on

I feel so weak

As though I am a freak!

I cant here those words in my head

As i bleed in my bed.

I cant ever love and trust again

Of those who I thought were friends.

Miss me today, and miss me tomorrow

And I know by the next day I will die with sorrow.

My hand is black and blue

I must say it was an easy thing to do.

Can I love and trust again?

I dont know you tell me!

I want to forget you

I want to let you go

But when I see you passing by

All I can say is "no"

You hurt me once

And nothing more

As I lay here on the floor.

You say you're sorry

But do you mean it?

Or is it a joke you just had to hit.

I say im sorry, as i bleed

But you were only here for greed.

I ask myself so many times

"Why is it that i live a life of ryhms?"

You tell me I dont need you.

But when I think I really do!

You tell me to let go.

But all I can say is "no"

Please forgive me when I beg and cry

As you see me as I die.

Hold my hand and dont let go

But all you can say is "no"

I bleed in pain for you as I cry

Before you see me as I die.

The pain is yet to begin

I may have comitted a sin

How can I live with the pressure of you

when wrong is all I do

I cry in the night

I smile in the day of bright

The blood drips down my chest

Im sorry I couldnt do my best

Please for give me

As I fall to my knees

Just one last memory

Of you and me

Just slit my throat

From childhood's hour I have not been

As others were; I have not seen

As others saw; I could not bring

My passions from a common spring

From the same source I have not taken

My sorrow; I could not awaken

My heart to joy at the same tone;

And all i loved, I loved alone.

Then - in my childhood, in the dawn

Of a most stormy life - was drawn

From every depth of good and ill

The mystery which binds me still:

From the torrent, or the fountain,

From the red cliff of the mountain,

From the sun that round me rolled

In its autumn tint of gold,

From the lightning in the sky

As it passed me flying by,

From the thunder and the storm,

And the cloud that took the form

When the rest of Heaven was blue

Of a demon in my veiw.



*Edgar Allan Poe*