ill start with one im done with and one i just started.

Once again he's found,
eyes to tearsoaked to tell,
knew no 1 would catch him,
as he slowly fell,
falling down through hell,
found no point in life,
always been a loner.
only friends a knife.

just saw him as the fat kid.
never knew he'd take his life.

Dead and just a could be,
never will be,
never was,
all your words of hate,
conquered all his love.
thats number 1~


here's the one im not quite done with yet.

1 cut
2 cuts
closer to the vein,
3 cuts
4 cuts
bleeding out the pain,
5 cuts
6 cuts
emptying my life,
7 cuts
8 cuts
giving my all (to),
this pain consuming knife.
thats all so far.im also re-writing twas the night b4 christmas.

twas the night b4 christmas,
all through the house,
broken girl was stirring,
blood on her blouse,
just started cuttin'
bleeding this life.

empty promises hung by the knifeblock with care,
empty hope,(that)her suicide angel soon would b there.

mamma in her drunken blaze
i, in her path,ran for a knife,
pain staken wrath.

thats all so far.

love u guys!
-matt

We've already got a poem thread (http://www.panheads.org/boards/showthread.php?t=1012) .

We've already got a poem thread (http://www.panheads.org/boards/showthread.php?t=1012) .
Thank you, my shapr friend. ;D


but I'm curious why this hasn't been merged or locked yet. :P