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.