Running through my vains

A poem of envy and anger of feeling and numbness of caring and not caring.

I love her with all my heart,

But someone intervines,

getting in my way is not a smart thing,

When I'm in love you better keep your distance

being friends is okay but betrayal is unacceptable

I have faith in her with all my heart

but the blood inside flows to a diffrent part

a part of remberance and pain

in a time when I was sain

I've been told much

little from her

which only conserns me more

I love her more than life itself

but how can I love in a shadow of doubt

the boy she calls a friend

her myspace sais it to be a sin

to love a friend how can you do this?

unconditionally says most but not I

love and friendship are two sepret things

you ither like or love never both

my blood runs through my vains

the only memories that reamin

lie within the blood which courses through my vains

dark it is....

a dark cremson for now

if this love is a lie

then it will die now

turn to black

infecting my heart

never to trust again

in fear of being torn apart

how is it that love can be

a gift and a curse to me

it has given me pleasure but given me pain

it was love itself that drove me insain

now people redicule and people taunt

when they have no right to talk

one day soon my blood will flow

and I will change and my true image will show

that my blood in my vains

holds a curse nine years to this day

a cuse that was made because of one I loved

just five years old I was a boy looking for love

for nine years I've seached and waited

to many of you that's nothing to be stated

but to me it's been a lifetime and much more

I say it's high time to settle the score

you think you know of heartach I'll tell you wrong

because intill you've been through the hell I have you can't make such a song

you b***h you complain every single day

while I I just keep moving on and on

yeah I may be dead inside but you don't see me whine

instead I hate and I anger and use it as fuel

cause in the end I'll be crule

you have no idea of how much I could go on

but you would only find my thoughts as all wrong

so go on keep complaining when the end comes I'll be waiting

sitting high on a golden throne watching the dust from your bones

crule I may be and a*s you may call me but when you go through the hell I have

and all you got left is your brother and dad

you talk and you see the evil inside that makes up me

you see the darkness of the world around you

and you too would talk and think just as I do.