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Teach me to laugh. Teach me to smile.
Maybe I could hold it just for awhile.
Only for you
For a moment or two.
I need your help
And your sweet, sweet embrace.
I need us to run away from this place.
I can't choke back the tears, they're making their rivers.
I can't find the joy, not even a sliver.
There's no hope for me.
At least not in this world.
I know that you'll be
The one that's not cold.
I just need to hear those three words tonight.
Those three words that will make everything right.
So before I go, before I pull the trigger, and before I drift
Into that death, that untimely rift.
Those three words from you and all that you do.
Those three words to hear. "I love you."

I'm being emo today.
Ametur poetry yay.
I don't even care that my spelling's off.
I'm tired of hitting backspace.

I just want to die. But the ones that torture me so won't have that.
Nope. The ones that cause my suffering need me to riddicule and to torment.
They need me to laugh at behind my back. To not listen to a word I utter. To not care when I reach for the gun. They need me to help them with petty advice they won't take in thought. They need me to shrivel up and die. They need me to teach them to fail. They need me to make fail. They need me because I'm not important.

Does any one care any more?
Does any one even listen?
Will any one do anything about reading this? Or just post some useless thing that doesn't help at all? That I would rather be kept in their head?