Here's my poem. Actually it's two poems... Decay: A small spec of hate Starting to consume It seems like it's too late And these dark feelings loom over my head All the happy thoughts have fled And now Im stuck with the pain that leaves me for dead Stopping infront of the moving train... And I say... Slowly my body Starts to decay Little by little this flesh is rotting And everyday I pray But all these mixed feelings Are killing me inside and out This anger is eating me alive And I have already tried to hide the scars But I am afraid that I might throw up my insides So this is the price I've paid For keeping it locked up for so long And so I cry... Slowly my body Starts to decay Little by little this flesh is rotting And everyday I pray But all these mixed fellings are killing me inside and out ...killing me... ...it's killing me... ...inside and out... ...my body is decaying now... ...Please someone mend my wounds... ...Blood is pouring out... ...of my open chest... ...My heart was ripped out... ...and is being squeezed... I watch as the last drop of blood hits the floor... It seems no one heard my pleas And that's the end; there is no more... The Darkness Inside: I've seen alot of people hold darkness inside So many people have always died, It is hard to forget; So hard to finally let, Let everything finally go, Let the world crumble so slow I should know because Im just the same I hold just the same pain, I must finally cry, Kiss my world good-bye, Im dying inside, This world I cannot confide Is the past something to die for? Is it something to shed tears galore? No and I don't want to remember, I don't really want to remember. I left behind the darkness inside, I left my friends and I have lied. I sometimes wonder. Should I not of left them so? I think yes, but some of me says no, I miss them so. I guess they'll never see, I guess I'll never be.