Oh no, put that down right now.

Yes, that blood -stained knife you're holding.

Yeah you. I'm talking to you.

Put it down and feel guilty about the things you've done.

Smoking? Littering? ******? Stealing? Murdering? Kidnapping?

Is it that hard!

Making this world a better place

I got my poem on the front page.

Can't believe my eyes.

Haha.

I know that loving you will only hurt me

But I keep on loving you

More and more

You are going somewhere.
Moving somewhere.
Somewhere where I cannot go.

So I know I'll have to stop this nonsense.

So I know I'll have to stop loving you.

Because if I keep on loving you,
it's going to be me who's going to suffer the pain.

If I love you too much I'll miss you too much.

So I know I'll have to stop this nonsense.

But you know

It's really hard to stop

Loving you.

How come when I know that it'll just hurt, I keep on laughing?

How come when I know it will be only a painful memory for me, but keep on smiling?

How come when I know that you will never love me back, I keep on loving you?

Why do I keep on smearing that fake grin on my face, when I know it's not real?

Goofy me and my goofy acts.

Sad. Despair. Pain. Misery. Tears. Cries. Scars. Anger. Broken.

But I keep on laughing.

Haha.