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Note: I wrote this with a certain person in mind and she knows who she is when or if she reads this xd : but you might as well ask yourself, "Can I relate to this poem?"

Don't you hate
Don't you regret life?
I can't imagine a life with bliss for oneself
I can speak from experience
So many times
I cried
Leaving the peices of my shattered heart
As I walked on
With the knife still lodged in my chest
Yes, I do hate life
For it is cruel
How can you fake happiness?
Running off at the mouth
As if tragedy hadn't happened
YOU ARE A FAKE PERSON!
Now I stand here beside you "my dear friend"
As the blood flows down
My once white clothes
Angst all the while comes pouring out
I begin holding your hand
You start crying
I'm not like you that I can pretend
This smile is wide across my face
Let's start walking
Into the light we continue onward
Then death can take care good care of us
Bloodied to the point of losing conciousness
I lay still in a pool of misery
You stop and look back
My soul escapes the body to tell you
"Don't wait for me, GO ON~!"
The walls fall in and the ceiling crumbles
Try as hard as you may
The debris envelops me inside my prison
NO YOU CAN'T SAVE ME!
The purpose of my existence
Was to save you from yourself
Like it as you may not want to
I am complete swallowed by the last world
The light surrounds you
Then takes you away
Like the wings of an angel swooping in
Utter your curses then begone...