I've been known to people; to have a disturbed mind,
Because my literature is lethal; with words that ryhme.
Can't they understand; my heart has been broken before,
Causing me to expand; expression like never before.
I've endured much pain; to drive one crazy,
And to write these words plain; is the gift god gave me.
Your love to me was phony; but i can't hate you,
But my words now only,the lonely; can relate to.
Tell me why is it; when this man heart hurts,
My thoughts become wicked; and words are given birth?
For they are consumed; so easily,
Pain and it's womb; forever bleeds in me!
To ever love someone; i could never again,
Because this broken heart wasn't ever put together again!
For it constantly bleeds; words of pain,
Causing those who read; to believe i'm insane!
For pain and tears; are the parents of these words,
Giving birth this year; to the poem you just heard!