The roof is getting boring
Why am I stuck in my bed
I know I know what I should have done
But then again, I'm better off dead
For whatever reason you like
I cut myself too deep sometimes
I don't give a damn about what you say
Fuck this shit, as long as it rhymes
Writing a poem to let my anger out
Sometimes it's a bit too pathetique
Watching my wrists makes me smile
After all, aren't you sadistique
Of course you just want me to be happy
And you don't wish me any harm
You are everybody's little angel
With your twinkling eyes and lovely charm
However your false personality
Makes me wanna say 'I love you too'
You have everything one could wish for
But heck no, I'm no jealous of you
I prefer to be honest and pure
To watch the blood run down my arm
To think of the one who causes this anger
And then again, you don't wish me any harm
You care for me and blah blah blah
Whatever you say if it makes you feel better
You piss me off so go to hell
Oh but damn, you have my sweater
I love you too, my dear sweetiepie
You're pathetic, move on dude
You need to grow up and become mature
This is tiring, your games and stupid attitude
I don't see the roof anymore
I only lie here in bed
My anger towards you became too strong
And oh here I am, being all dead
Written by Me at 11:12 p.m.