In Love I Lack.

These lines of red,
Trail down my arm.
I wish to be dead,
But I am only in harm.

My life seems so uninteresting,
And no one seems to want me.
I am so frustrating,
To everyone i seem to meet and see.

I thought she had my heart,
But instead she held some other.
I never wanted to be apart,
But she felt another.

The blade hits the ground,
My head falls back.
The kinfe makes a shivering sound,
As in love, i lack.