i dont care what you all think... dont leave bad comments

theres plenty of my poems i dont understand ones i put my heart n2 fly at the begining to just land i dont cut myself never will but in my poems ive dies hundreds of time writen about what i do daily stories in my poems that have my cuts covered in words a story of a broken heart about a guy with half my heart and another girls love trying to fit them together to make us one so he can think he could have all or none andrew I hate you andrew i loath you andrew i love you but dont want you back i guess you wont hand me my heart wont give me my sanity wont heal a wound i guess im doomed andrew i thought of you andrew i wished for you andrew i want you to go away if you died i wont feel a thing i wont heal if i got you back i still wouldnt dare fill... anything andrew you took my heart you took my soul you took my love and wont give it back andrew you did and you always will you always have the prime of the kill theres plenty of my poems i dont understand but this one i put my heart n2 andrew your gone andrew your dead but drew i will always remeber you.