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My Suicide Poem - By Frank Iero
18 ReviewsSad poem written by Frank as he muses on his broken relationship with Jamia and how he missed her. I know that the title is cheesy and sucks ass, but it's meant to be like a poem written by a li...
I loved how she sat with her head in her book,
I loved how she smiled when she noticed my look,
I loved how she stared at me as I stood over her,
I loved how she talked, sorta like a pur.
I liked how she called me twenty-four/seven,
I liked how she kissed me, taking me to heaven,
I liked how she combed my hair with her hands,
I liked how she didn't mind my screaming fans.
I didn't like the way she frowned at my band,
I didn't like how if a girl was there, she'd tightly squeeze my hand,
I didn't like it when she spoke bad of the guys,
I didn't like the look of hate in her eyes.
I hated the way she argued and sneered at my band,
I hated how she glared at someone if they touched my hand,
I hated how she was too over protective of me,
I hated that I couldn't go out anymore, I wanted to be free.
I liked the new freedom when I first dumped her,
I liked the drugs, that made the whole thing a blur,
I liked how I could fuck whoever I wanted,
I liked how I could watch asses whilst they were flaunted.
I hated the lonliness that followed me around,
I hated how I'd cry at night and wear a constant frown,
I hated the depression and suicidal thoughts,
I hated the sadness and sobbing that it brought.
I miss the old Jamia, how we'd cuddle for hours,
I miss how she smiled when I gave her flowers,
I miss how she whispered sweet nothings in my ear,
I miss how we'd celebrate Valentines every year. ;)
I'm writing this now as my suicide note,
It's working out better than I ever thought,
I can't beleive I miss her so much,
I ruined it all and, aw, fuck.
I'm running out of time, I'm slowly draining blood,
You'll find my tear-stained face hidden under my hood,
With my famous last words, I shall take a bow,
But I can't stand back up, cause I'm dead n...
I loved how she smiled when she noticed my look,
I loved how she stared at me as I stood over her,
I loved how she talked, sorta like a pur.
I liked how she called me twenty-four/seven,
I liked how she kissed me, taking me to heaven,
I liked how she combed my hair with her hands,
I liked how she didn't mind my screaming fans.
I didn't like the way she frowned at my band,
I didn't like how if a girl was there, she'd tightly squeeze my hand,
I didn't like it when she spoke bad of the guys,
I didn't like the look of hate in her eyes.
I hated the way she argued and sneered at my band,
I hated how she glared at someone if they touched my hand,
I hated how she was too over protective of me,
I hated that I couldn't go out anymore, I wanted to be free.
I liked the new freedom when I first dumped her,
I liked the drugs, that made the whole thing a blur,
I liked how I could fuck whoever I wanted,
I liked how I could watch asses whilst they were flaunted.
I hated the lonliness that followed me around,
I hated how I'd cry at night and wear a constant frown,
I hated the depression and suicidal thoughts,
I hated the sadness and sobbing that it brought.
I miss the old Jamia, how we'd cuddle for hours,
I miss how she smiled when I gave her flowers,
I miss how she whispered sweet nothings in my ear,
I miss how we'd celebrate Valentines every year. ;)
I'm writing this now as my suicide note,
It's working out better than I ever thought,
I can't beleive I miss her so much,
I ruined it all and, aw, fuck.
I'm running out of time, I'm slowly draining blood,
You'll find my tear-stained face hidden under my hood,
With my famous last words, I shall take a bow,
But I can't stand back up, cause I'm dead n...
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