Old Poem..
here is one of the first poems I wrote... it's depressing I warm you... I wrote this like 4 years ago...
This habbit is bad,
But it doesn't hurt when I'm mad.
Now I'm back where I was before,
The blood drips on the floor.
My arms are full of scars,
From when you broke my heart.
Anger takes away the pain,
I think i sliced my vein.
So as I lay down to sleep,
Remember how mean you were to me.
My heart beats ever so slightly
Please don't forget about me...