this is one of my poems
my misrey
Why should I care
Why should i bare
the loveing of no more for me to spare.
I am never loved
no longer cared for
but I'll sit here with a knife to my arm
and watch my blood pour.
You have dont this to me
but now I tie you down
and you watch me suffer as i bleed
with no tears
at all
just my fears
they may haunt you till death
or till you realize to care
and I'll always will be there.
But why should you care!!!