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You called and I answered, a little too eagerly
You're talking to me!
I dont care if my heart ends up slashed to strips,
its already a mess of scars.

I'll take whatever love i can get,
form you.
I'd given up, but I still loved you.
Now can we be friends?

Can we ever be more?
you dont have to answer,
Not now anyway,
Because i dont think i can handle what youre about to say.

If you cant stand the answer,
dont ask the question.
Let me just say i love you instead
No need to respond

Please let me be stupid,
Let me take your silence for agreement.
Let me dream an hope,
Thank you.

Please, oh please, tell me what i want to hear,
I need this.
I wont hold you to anything you say tonight.
Tell me the truth tomorrow and leave me to my tears.

You say you hurt inside
You say you want to hurt yourself
You wont say why
I know the feeling

Its what i felt everytime i saw you kiss him in the hall
When you giggled when you said his name
When you ran to him and stood on your toes to hug him
When I thought about how that could've been me.

I'd put on a pretty face for the moment,
And let my calm shatter,
I'd want to rip my veins to shreds,
And revel in the blood

Knowing thats how you feel too just makes it worse.
If it had been me,
If I was you lover,
I never would have hurt you like him.

Won't you tell me whats wrong?
Why can't we at least hurt together?

I didnt write this its from a book... i love it though
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Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Chops"
because that was the name of his dog
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X's
and he had to ask his father what the X's meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it.

Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Autumn"
because that was the name of the season
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new paint
And the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it.

Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Innocence: A Question"
because that was the question about his girl
And that's what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed her
That was the year that Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
of the Apostle's Creed went
And he caught his sister
making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
And the girl around the corner
wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do
And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly

That's why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"
Because that's what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn't think
he could reach the kitchen.

-- Taken from The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky