Sitting here tonight,
with a knife in my hand,
all we've done is fight,
you never understand.
Its not my fault I cut,
or plan to run away,
I'm really sorry but,
I realy can not stay.
theres alot you dont know,
like my reasons why,
your my reason though,
and you make me wanna die.
You'll tel me that you love me,
and you'll tell me not to cry,
your the one who stole my heart,
and you'll be the reason I die.
Jon, if you read this... I can't replace you...ever...
Comments
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yea its a heart felt poem and i think it deserves to be heard in more than this place
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this is a really good peom that hits very close to many parts of my life. great job
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I am not a critic but This poem was great I love it as I have experienced it befor Great Write
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