feel it...

Feel it,

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.)