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Not much of a poem, but I guess I just wanted to write down something when I was feeling down...

My infurious heart starts to take a tickless rhyme as I cut my arm with the blade he gave me. I think nothing of that pain, and only of how it hurts less to hurt myself than to hurt the others. Someone else that is a part of me, comes and I float away..someone else is inside me taking the blow. Bleeding, coming back to reality, and I return to myself, I become angry at what I have just done. I think tears will fall, but none come, and suddenly it doesn't matter...hating me, loving him...Ah, yes him...how I do love him...that matters..to him it all matters. All of a sudden I become so confused on everything and the bloody now dull blade drops from my numbing fingers. Beside it is the note...that of which I am writing..attached should be my apologizes and reason for my death. None will be provided however, because I am not sorry, I am really grateful to go and put an end to the pain I seemed to cause him. As for dying...I don't need to give a reason, what I needed was a reason to hang on, but you would give me none until too late...I'm slipping into a final darkness as he taked me in his arms..and two things are said...I did it cuz I love you, and suicide isn't a denial of heaven, it's my only way out of hell..."

It sux to me but what do you guys think (not really a poem but similar)..