Alrighty… I wrote these two poems around last week. They were my outlet to let out my feelings. Review and tell me what you think.

~Ozma

'Cause I've Lost the Battle Against Myself

I feel depressed; I don't know why.

I want to cut myself and die.

Maybe it's cause it was all a big lie

and I hate myself and I want to cry

and I want to bleed and I want to burn

but for you, it's you I really ache and yearn.

I need you here with me to stay.

Please say you'll stay, don't fade away.

I'll lock you up, safe and neat

but that won't help me forget my defeat.

'Cause I've lost the battle against myself.

Thanks A Lot, Fucker

Like a pill, I'm falling down the pipe.

My pain and heartache is nice and ripe.

I can't stand this fucking place

and everything else in my fucking face.

It's cuz of you, you know it's true,

you know you did this to me.

You, you bastard.

I feel worthless, that was your plan.

I want to shut myself up in my own little can

of darkness.

Was this your intention, you fucking prick?

Did you mean to make me so sick

of everything around me, all the bullshit and no gain.

Did you mean to make me taste this pain?

I'm tasting it, eating it,

hearing it, seeing it.

All I have to do is look at you.