The Empty Smile there once was a boy who lived in a house no eyes, or ears, or even a mouth he could not see so he could not fear he could not listen, so he could not hear he could not speak, so he could not lie, he had no heart, so he wanted to die he couldnt love, because he couldnt see her face he couldnt feel, because he couldnt be in her embrace he couldnt live because he wasnt her one then his life took a turn, like a bullet out of the barrel of a gun, he started drinking, and smoking, and sleeping around, thinking that would raise his ego, to be strong and proud but he was wrong, and it only got worse from there, spending his nights at home, pulling out his hair, his addiction only got stronger, too much to bare, death seemed like the light, in his tunnel of despair. he picked up a razor, and put it to his skin thinking, fuck the world, and he ment it deep from within he thrust in deeply, thinking of her name slicing across, trying to forget all of his shame digging deeper, remembering her sould pushing along, almost at his goal, suddenly stopping, screaming her name slicing quite quickly, threw his last vein. - The Random One (not i) the poem has potential..yes hmmm...well whats new..whats new... im still hurting, it wont stop. there must be something wrong with me is it something i said? i cant sleep well, and what i onced did for amusment..no longer amuses me. i cry, there must be something wrong with me. is it something i did? i once was thin, but now i cant control myself a reminder of what was then, brings me to tears, there must be something wrong with me it must of been who i was with, what i said to him, the way i felt towards him.. perhaps im not well...maybe..just maybe..im not ready for a new relationship... yes besides, whats the rush? i dont plan on living that long -blue