Suicide.
My heart is broken and filled with pain.
I can't bare to live anymore.
I have suffered enough.
You broke my heart once and I let it slide.
But when you broke it for a second you crossed the line.
I hate you, I hate you more than life itself.
Why did I let love get the best of me and not see what was really going on?
You never liked me.
You never wanted me.
So why did you flirt.
You let me believe something could have happened.
Like you falling in love with me.
I loved you, I still love you.
But I can't bare to show it anymore.
As far as I am concerned you don't even exist to me.
In my heart your gone.
I cry myself to sleep thinking about you.
If only you knew how much I loved you.
If only you could see.
My life ended that day when I realized I can't have you and when I saw things I never wanted to see.
It hurt me, it hurt me deep inside my heart is broken in two.
I don't think I could love again the way that I loved you.
There is no more love in me now I am filled with hate.
Hate for you but more for myself I dont want to live anymore suicide is the only answer.
Why couldn't you tell me from the beginning that it was only a joke?
Why didn't you tell me not to take it seriously?
What was I to do?
Keep dreaming that one day I could have you.
Or maybe I should have realized that once I meet you I couldn't have you.
I don't want to live.
Suicide is the only answer.

Hold on sweetly to your sanity...
Watch it drip slowly.
Think as you bleed.
Then stop.
Because, you've thought too much..
Then everything you knew was gone.
And none of it mattered.
You just watch slowly as you lose hope.
You decide **** it.. I'll tie the rope.
Then you flashback to before it was like this...
And you want to just forget about it.
You think.. I'm just gonna end this...
You write letters saying goodbye.
Saying you're fine.
Saying you're safe now..
And things like I'll miss you..
I love you..
Don't forget me..
The she walks in after you're gone and says...
"Goodbye.. You'd never would've believed me if I said I loved you too."

Your hands grasp my throat.

Convincing my lungs to stop working.

My heart will stop beating.

It's like I'm nothing.
                
         I'M NOBODY.

Do you even care anymore?

Its 1:47 A.M.

I'm writing a poem..

Because I'm...
                      
       Sad
   Lonely
      Lonely
Confused

And, there's nothing I can do.

Walk..*
      
            Turn around.

Make mistakes.

             *Turn it around

Live life.

             Make the same mistakes.

**But we're all looking for a place we belong.

Do you remember what it was like?

To have each other to depend on?

You have been my everything.

Or at least that's what I thought.

But, hey.. I guess I was wrong.