How many times must I say,
I would give you the light of day?
How many times must I’ve said,
Maybe I’d be better off dead?
Tragedy strikes the weakest,
Humbling evermore the meekest.
If I am to go on,
I must know what I’ve done wrong.
Maybe it’s me or maybe it’s you.
I always that one was worse than two.
But why even try to debate?
I know in my heart it’s too late…
You must go, and I must mourn,
The loss, the tragedy, and the scorn.
And if I was to forewarn,
I’d tell you not to be born.
For if you can endure the everlasting sorrow.
If you can think about going on to tomorrow.
Remember who you are.
You’ll still have another chance to wish on that star.
So, now I say goodbye.
I’d rather not, I’d rather just die.
But I hope you will read this, hope you will heed this.
I hope to all mighty God you’ll need this.
If being kind is a state of mind,
And love is such a crime,
Drag me, drag me away!
God knows you don’t need me to stay.
But know that I missed you,
And although I’ve never kissed you.
I know you enough, to skip all the stuff,
I know you don’t want to hear. Stay tough.
How sad the song,
How right the wrong.
I want to leave,
But I want to stay. I don’t want to go away.
I don’t know how to end this poem, I honestly can’t think.
I could tell you that you suck or you stink.
But that would make me less living than a toy.
And the very thing you want to destroy.
I guess I’m in love, but I can’t tell.
My life is becoming a living hell.
Without you it will be worse.
Please, can you lift this horrible curse…
