girl you caused the pain,
look at the mistake you made,
i hope you are happy ,
now that you are gulity of my suicide,
along with years of lack of being wanted,
i'm about to loose it.
i have a knife by my side to slash my wrists,
I know it will give you jooy if i'm gone,
so now enjoy what is left of me.
( I ain't gonna hurt myself in reality. I just am expressing my frustration in a poem. she turned out to put me through hell and I miss her badly.)