I wonder
wat was going thru this mind
when he was in front of that camera
I wonder
...
that one poem
that all it took
to break my heart again
I kno it old but to me
...
yea Im killing myself slowly right
in front or all of ur eyes u r just
to blind to see
...
3 weeks w/o you now
no crying
not for me anymore
i dont know how to compare
...
I am sorry to say that
Im still not over you.
my heart still aches for your touch, your voice.
you have a hold on me like no other
...
I give u my
mind, heart, and soul
but wat do i get
in return
...
stab me, hit me, slap me
come on just murder me
like u have no feeling
plz end my pain
...
black is the color of my heart
black is the color of my soul
its the color of the blood that runs thr my veins
And the color of lies and bretray
...
scuoffan me
until there is nolight
cuz my wrist
cut my throat
...